Pacing Himself
How the heck did I end up here? Greg’s shoulders drooped, tightly stretching his red “Senior 2008″ t-shirt. Slouching against the window outside of the Nature Exchange, he looked still larger seated beside a smaller older man on the red boulder. I’m sixteen! I’m sitting here at the zoo like a little kid! And it’s [...]
Filed under: kids, life, nature, purpose, short story, writing on March 4th, 2008 | No Comments »
