Act I (The Storm)

AS WE PLACE RARE JEWELS IN A DEEP SETTING TO ENHANCE THEIR BEAUTY, SO NATURE SETS MAN’S MIND IN DARK SURROUNDINGS, THAT IT MAY BETTER TRY HIS FAITH…

This tale is about a boy with a tiny sketchbook ….It begins with a storm
A small town pounded by rain prepares for night
Chimneys paint poems on the sky
The boy plays games at the arcade
Just after school
The feeling in his gut says “Go Home”
So he -Counts his tokens
The he -Drops them in his raggedy pockets
Walks to the door looking out at the rain
There was never a good time to go to his broken home
But something calls
Rolling his pants
Heaving a sigh
Clenching his jaw
And waving goodbye
He pushed his lucky scooter through the rain and the glum
Having no idea the real storm had not yet begun

THE NOBODY HOLE, ACT 1