Mr Orange
Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb...
The Murphys Law of Demand and Supply
I laughed on my first day; everyone in class was called Murphy. I didn't question it, or why my older brother Aiden went to another school.
Or why my visits home became infrequent. Then stopped.
I was ten when I realised no adults were named Murphy.
Now, I scavenge in the dusty outlands, away from the cruel laws of the Citadel. I hide from the shuttles that take away adolescent Murphys.
I escaped. Sort of.
I laughed on my first day; everyone in class was called Murphy. I didn't question it, or why my older brother Aiden went to another school.
Or why my visits home became infrequent. Then stopped.
I was ten when I realised no adults were named Murphy.
Now, I scavenge in the dusty outlands, away from the cruel laws of the Citadel. I hide from the shuttles that take away adolescent Murphys.
I escaped. Sort of.