The foundling is alone in the alleyway
It’s dark and lighting lights the sky
The thunder rolls
As the child crawls into an empty trash can
“Why can’t I be in a nice cozy house sitting by the fire?”
“You are unfortunate.” Speaks a bird.
The child freezes in his place
He looks around
“Up here.” The bird says.
The child looks up in wonder.
“Where is your family?”
“I’m a foundling.” The child says.
“How old are you?”
“I’m not sure.” The child says.
“You’ll attract lightning that way.”
“I donot care. I donot deserve to live.”
The child breathes deeply in and lets the lightning strike him.