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The Approach
The boy stood looking upon the waves in the sea standing nearby the sand at the beach
When a man stood next to him and asked him what he was doing
He looked at the man and then told him he was thinking of taking a swim
Without noticing or suspecting anything untoward the boy accepted this man's invitation
Which turned out to be an act of subterfuge hiding his true motivations
This man took the boy to his hotel room or rented apartment
They spoke for a while after he had offered him some orange juice
Sooner rather than later they were both in a bathtub bathing
Thereafter they came out and went to the bedroom
The boy in shock seemed to be unable to refuse the man's requests
But continued to be with him feeling the awkwardness
With the uncertainty in his mind as to what this man's intentions were in that moment
Feeling lucky and relieved it did not go any further
As the boy felt the fear of sexual exploitation
The years have passed and the boy has grown up
For some reason he never spoke about this as decades passed anchored in steady silence
Until the time came for his words to find a voice and then he was mute no more
When a man stood next to him and asked him what he was doing
He looked at the man and then told him he was thinking of taking a swim
Without noticing or suspecting anything untoward the boy accepted this man's invitation
Which turned out to be an act of subterfuge hiding his true motivations
This man took the boy to his hotel room or rented apartment
They spoke for a while after he had offered him some orange juice
Sooner rather than later they were both in a bathtub bathing
Thereafter they came out and went to the bedroom
The boy in shock seemed to be unable to refuse the man's requests
But continued to be with him feeling the awkwardness
With the uncertainty in his mind as to what this man's intentions were in that moment
Feeling lucky and relieved it did not go any further
As the boy felt the fear of sexual exploitation
The years have passed and the boy has grown up
For some reason he never spoke about this as decades passed anchored in steady silence
Until the time came for his words to find a voice and then he was mute no more
Published 21st Aug 2022
Author's Note
Let me not say much but leave it to the readers to decide.
“Like a golfer lining up his putt, he pretended to pull the trigger.”
― Joel Burcat
“Like a golfer lining up his putt, he pretended to pull the trigger.”
― Joel Burcat
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27th Aug 2022 5:25pm
I have no idea if this is from direct experience, someone else's experience or your imagination, but thank you for your competition entry and thank you for sharing. It started out so positively and innocently, but turned dark and twisted quite quickly. I hope the boy grew up as unscathed as possible, and is able to articulate events in a way that is helpful to him.
Thank you for the opportunity of participating in your competition. There is a narrative that makes the assertion that it's an extreme sport to live in a country where men are said to be trash. Now, personally, it's difficult to be in a country with the highest unemployment rate and inequality in the world.
The laws which are supposed to be there to protect the people are not implemented but are neglected by an incompetent police service and corrupt civil service in a political system that caters for the elite and middle class at the expense of the poor majority.
As the breakdrown continues of our society's social fibre, more cases of abuse prevail in an environment with unabated violence. At this point the tragic stories simply write themselves when reported murders are occurring at around 67 people killed per day according to the most recent statistics. Most of them being at the hands of the people that are known to the victims sometimes after a disagreement or argument.
Since the abnormal has been normalised all that is left on this rollercoaster ride is to either get off while it's moving or wait for it to stop.
The laws which are supposed to be there to protect the people are not implemented but are neglected by an incompetent police service and corrupt civil service in a political system that caters for the elite and middle class at the expense of the poor majority.
As the breakdrown continues of our society's social fibre, more cases of abuse prevail in an environment with unabated violence. At this point the tragic stories simply write themselves when reported murders are occurring at around 67 people killed per day according to the most recent statistics. Most of them being at the hands of the people that are known to the victims sometimes after a disagreement or argument.
Since the abnormal has been normalised all that is left on this rollercoaster ride is to either get off while it's moving or wait for it to stop.
