LIL THING CALLED FICTION

I wrote this long ago .. hope y'all enjoy :)

It was either a pill or a piece of candy. She had fooled him once before. Joshua knew it was a sick kind of game she was playing with him. The last time, it had turned out to be one of her pills. She had waited until the very last minute to call for help. He remembered well the big white van that had come for him. The kind men, the flashing light, the loud siren.


The people at the big building though, they had seemed nice at first, but then they poked him and prodded him and made him drink the terrible tasting stuff. It made him throw up. He didn't like that. He didn't want to have to do that again. But what if it was candy. He could almost taste the sweetness. She never let him have candy. She rarely let him have food. She said he was a dirty boy. She said he ruined his life.


Then he got to thinking about how nice it was in the big building after he threw up. They gave him a room with a clean bed. They fed him good meals. Did it really matter after all if it was candy or a pill? He reached out and popped in his mouth.