Operation 2
A boy sat high in a tree staring down at the sand below him. In his right hand he held a knife and in the other a dead rabbit. Slowly he started skinning the animal pulling the skin off and stretching it out in the branches to dry. He started slicing at the meat sectioning it off into pieces he could take back to his cabin.
The boy's name was Logan. He was sixteen-years-old. He had short spiky red hair and wide turquoise eyes. He lived on an island that was tiny and secluded. His parents died six years ago leaving the ten-year-old boy to fend for himself. The other people on the island kept mainly to themselves so he had learned to hunt, fish, and trap the hard way. It didn't help that his disability got in his way a lot which is why he always tried to make sure he knew the difference between reality and his delusions.
Logan sighed and scooped up the dead rabbit and began to slide down the tree. He would come back for the skin and besides no one really bothered him or his kills. He slipped back into the woods going deeper and deeper until the familiar sight of his cabin came into view. He unlocked the door and slipped in dropping the rabbit onto the table. He closed the door and went to the backyard to clean his knife in the well.
After he had cleaned up the knife and cabin, he started cooking. Six years of experience made him knowledgeable in the art of it. He filled a pot water and started a fire in the fireplace. He put the pot onto boil and waited chopping carrots he had bought hours ago. When the water was boiled he dumped the carrots into the pot then began tossing in the meat. He added seasonings and began to peel potatoes quickly and effortlessly. When they were peeled he began to chop them then added them to the pot. He added more seasonings occasionally stirring the pot to mix it. It was pretty much done all he needed was some celery and corn then he would be ready to eat. He went to a solar powered ice chest and pulled out the celery. Quickly chopping it he added it to the pot then smashed open a can of corn and poured the vegetable in. He stirred it for a while then took the pot off the fire.
Logan dug through the freshly sanded cupboards pulling out a bowl. He poured some of the soup into the bowl then added the lid and put it into the ice done he grabbed a spoon and sat down at the freshly polished table. He glanced up at the big family portrait and said a few words then began to eat. When he was done he went and washed his dishes then headed back out for the rabbit skin.
When night came he had laid out the skin on his table and laid a needle down beside it. He started knitting delicately crafting skin to form a shoe. It was tricky, but six years of practice allowed his deft fingers to expertly form the shoes. When he was finished he slipped them on and sized them accordingly. When he had finished he held two moccasins. He smiled then and walked back to the only bedroom.
As he did memories flooded him of happy times with his mom and lay down on the bed and pulled the blankets up under his chin. His eyes drifted to the wall where another portrait hung. "I got some meat today mom and dad! I also made more moccasins. I wish you were here with me! Well I guess I'll see you in my dreams!" Then he closed his eyes allowing tears to flow freely down his cheeks. After five minutes he stopped and fell back into his usual dreams.