For Sonya’s photo prompt.
photo by Nathan Dumlao via Unsplash
They gave him a puzzle to put together out of bits of black and grey, sharp and caustic as the put-downs of his teacher and cold as his father’s disinterest.
He struggled beneath their unflinching gaze and the click click of biros taking notes and the glare and the blare of the noisy light.
At the end of the hour he had made a figure of a boy out of five rectangles and a circle, and scattered all around was the howling debris of his world.