The Little Boy In Merryville

A character sketch

Brady is a little boy who lives in the city of Merryville. 
Not big, not too small. Barely strong enough to catch a lightweight ball. 
A ghastly pale tone brushed on his face. He is known to eat the erasers, the pencils, and the paste.

This little boy of Merryville is mischievous as they come. 
His father was a soldier, and oddly, his mother was a Nun. 
He doesn’t yell, nor does he speak. Unless he is upset, all you will hear is a squeak, squeak. Brady, the little boy who lives in the city of Merryville.

He doesn’t run, he doesn’t walk, but he watches all the children play. 
He dreams of slaying dragons, adventures to the sea, and marrying a beautiful boy someday. He writes with pen and crayons to the words of his future. Brady, the little boy who lives in the city of Merryville.

He never grows. He never complains up until his last breath on that cold winter day. As his lungs began to flatten, his eyes filled with despair. He knew his adventures would never be. No dragons would he slay in their lairs. No one to love. No, not now. Brady, the little boy who lived in the city of Merryville, is resting in peace there now.