It was cold and he was hungry, a situation he'd found himself in often of late. Yet another trip to the menacing looking police people produced the by now familiar answer - Mama and Papa were away, but they'd be back soon. The latter part added almost as an afterthought.
'Yeah, right.'
They stopped in their tracks, not knowing a way past the kid's stony demeanour.
That was the moment that young Yuri realised his life wasn't going to pa out quite like how Mama said it would in those fairytales that meant nothing to him now.
They'd gone, disappeared. And they weren't coming back. They'd betrayed him. His 6 year old eyes bore no semblance of pain or hurt, however. They merely stared into space, like a yogi awoken from deep penance. None of the decorated policemen in the room could dare look into them.
Yuri didn't care much for awkward silences. He walked out, never to be seen in town again. His destination - a speck in the clear, moonless night sky above.
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