Cameron
by Vicki Clowe

	Cameron walked down the street, carefully smashing each ant or 
little bug in his path. He kicked up all the little plants growing in 
the cracks of the sidewalk, ending their short plant life. He saw two 
little kids walking home from school. They couldn't have been more than 
seven or eight. He growled at them and they screamed in fright as they 
ran away to their cozy homes.

	"Yeah, run home to your mommies, little kids!" he snarled, as he 
lit a cigarette, smoking half  in one drag and putting it out on his 
arm. He did not even flinch. Exhaling, he turned down the path to the 
brook, his favorite place. He looked back to see if he were being 
followed or if anyone saw him. The coast was clear and he pulled out his 
pad of paper.

	He began to sketch the beautiful ripples in the brook as the water 
glided over the rocks and boulders. He outlined the delicate flowers , 
then labored over  their elaborate designs and vibrant colors. He worked 
for hours. The sun slowly creeped down in to the horizon. He put his 
drawing pad into his leather jacket and started to walk home, smashing 
the bugs and kicking up the plants.