Thursday, March 10, 2016

Connor Smith Killed a Boy

The next time we saw the teenager, things went far, far worse for us.

We were in the forest again, but south of our apartment complex. First, we agreed we had never really explored down south much, and definitely not with our push-jump technique. Second, well. We didn't talk about that, at all. We smiled and laughed a lot, and I was the only one who ended up with soaked feet.

IT was a cold, late August morning when he found us. We were wearing neon wind breakers, so I couldn't have been hard.

Hold on.

I'm trying to capture  a feeling and it isn't here.

Moving backward, now.