The breeze rushed passed me, blowing my hair violently to the side as I stared. I looked out at the place I called home for so so long. A place I would now leave.
I admired the crumbling wood swing set, one swing somehow lower than the other. The ropes holding the rotten seats up were fraying. Each tiny strand breaking brought the set closer to death. I remembered standing on the swings for the f...
A crunch of fallen leaves would usually break one out of a trance. Any sudden noise, a rock getting dislodged, sticks snapping. But this man was lost. Lost in a world far away from his home reality. I could tell by the look on his face and the story in his eyes. I’d help him find a map back home.
I approached the man carefully with practiced steps. Sliding up next to him, I stared at the landscap...