The Lone Survivor

Photo Courtesy : Ryan Hafey via Unsplash

He was 15, alone and he seemed to own this cabin of scrap metal, which he called his workplace.
There was no sight of another human soul other than us, but true to his word, he did an impressive job on my car engine.
When asked about his family, he gave a small, sad smile and said,” It would’ve been a blessing, but for me, scraps are more eternal than human relations and desires”.

(This post was written in response to prompt challenge – Three Line Tales, Week 222. )

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