TITLE: THE DEATHLY DEALINGS OF BENJAMIN BLACK
GENRE: Middle Grade
On a tremendous pile of trash, as wide and endless as an ocean, there lived a lonely little boy named Benjamin. And as his place of residence should suggest, he was somewhat of an unusual child, and this is somewhat of an unusual tale. To that end, I shall not begin at the beginning, for that would be routine, run-of-the-mill and boring. And I shall not begin at the end, for then there would be little in the way of adventure and excitement to parlay. Rather, this story shall start somewhere in the middle, with the telling of how this unfortunate, forgotten little child became something more.
It all began the cold, rainy night Benjamin first laid eyes on a dead body. He was huddled inside a cardboard box that had previously housed a Kenmore refrigerator and now served as his bedroom. The sides of the box had grown soggy and damp from the rain. And with each passing moment an ever increasing number of raindrops seeped in through the walls, soaking the ratty pillow and blanket Benjamin slept on.
A more miserable bedroom one could scarcely imagine. But the boy called it home, even if it was located atop a trash pile that reeked of rotten fish guts and mustard, with rats lurking around everywhere. And as he looked out at the pouring rain that night, Benjamin felt he actually belonged there in that wretched place, among all the other foul smelling things people in this world carelessly throw away.