Timothy was stranded in the shed as he could hear the rainstorm penetrating the roof he was staying in. As he stood frigid, succumbing to the cold, a sudden grunt of a vehicle could be sensed in a further more distance.
Timothy was stunned in fright as he heard the vehicle collapse to open it's doors and held it shut. He clung tighter to his white crane. Soonest, the foot steps from the distance were then audible as it hits the muddy pathway forward to the shed.
The man approximately taller than Timothy started waving his hands over his eyes, concerned to why both his irises aren't moving a thread. He then assumed Timothy was blind. He started talking and introducing himself, he also asked if Timothy needs a ride home.
Timothy was petrified in his place, hysterical of what to do. His legs were growing weak and his shoulders shivering from the weather. The man then gave him a hug and it locked for a moment, giving him sufficient warmth that will not last long during this fuming rain. "Shout my name, Lucian, if I ever do anything bad to you during the ride, I will keep my windows open." Lucian said. With a smile of relief and content, the blind boy nodded and replied, "Thank you".
- by Maximo :)
