mazeways

"do you think we'll be friends for a long time?"

it's not what you meant to ask. she nods in contemplation and stares at a tree across the valley, one that the mist envelopes and reveals in one of the few indicators of its movement. she says nothing.

you're thinking about school. why? you haven't been to school in a long time. it's been so long since you last thought of that. your head begins to flood. scenes of lockers and assignments and backroads and home...

your bedroom. what happened to your door? why is it missing?

remember

{ quit mazeway }