blog#7 slice of life
The grass is green. He stood alone, wondering why he was standing, but was perfectly fine being alone. The boy did not begin to think of why this moment was significant, just that somehow, it was. The towering structure with the sheet metal roof, ready to fall to its knees for a stiff wind of any kind, worried him. A milestone. Reached. No particular milestone, more like a “save game” spot on the play station games he had played. His father called to him; a man of wonder and enchantment, recently turned to stone, in body, mind, and sadly, heart.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine,” replied the still-standing specimen. And that was that. His own little moment was over. He secretly swore to remember that few seconds in time: forever.
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