(Author’s Note: Family has been an important part of my life, and last week I was in Reno with my strong, beautiful, and courageous niece and my sister. It was a great time, and while I missed writing, I relished my time with my family even more. Here’s this week’s fictioneers:)
The Dreams Remain The Same
by Miles H. Rost
Paul woke up that morning, and called into work. He was taking a day.
He left his phone by his workstation. He left his music device by his bed. He left his car at home.
He left his shoes at the door, his socks at the end of the bed.
He walked out back, through the woods behind his house, behind the school nearby.
He found a nice stump, sat down, and took in the first breath.
With no one around, Paul spent the entire day connected to nature, sorting out his thoughts.
All in blessed silence.