Darkness dancesin my eyesattempting to rest the mindbut thoughts invadepersistforbidbedtime reposeNightly hours of sleepless stress Is everything ready for tomorrow?What if I’m not ready?Will I lose control?…count backwards one hundredninety nineninety eightninety seven… 12:17Did I make my car payment?What if I didn’t?Will it ruin my credit?…count backwardsone hundredninety nineninety eight… 2:47What did she mean by that?Am I wrong?Did she tell others?…count…back wardsone hundredninety nine… […]
I had been developing the idea for about a week. It began when I saw him walk past me in the Jolley’s Drug Store parking lot. His green eyes looked at me momentarily before they dropped. The long braided read hair and freckles were familiar, but I wasn’t sure why. His name didn’t come to me until I found the single photo of him in my senior yearbook.
Will doesn’t answer but instead focuses his eyes on his worn-out imitation Chucks; his big toe moves up and down through a hole in the shoe. Will smells like sweat and unwashed clothes I imagine he has worn for at least a week. He pushes oily hair from his eyes and tucks it behind his ear while rocking forward and back on his heels. Still, he says nothing.
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