Teen runaway

“The key to making your life work out is believing that it will.”

I rub my hand over my eyes and peer at him through my fingers. “That’s exactly the sort of bullshit I get from my mom. I don’t need it from you, too.”


His eyes met his reflection . . .

Man sitting on bench on lake shore at sunset

…and within the depths of the pool he saw his life play out, as it should have been. Could have been. Running across grass, sharing meals with a family, laughing with friends, traveling by car, or train, or ship. Walking the good green earth and never feeling hungry or afraid. Growing old with her at his side.



Topic: “Play”