(Author’s note: August and September are typically busy times for me at work, so my output may be less… not that it’s much of a departure from previous. Here’s today’s Fictioneers!)
Walking On A Thin Line
by Miles H. Rost
Stewart grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his eyes.
He didn’t want to cry. Seeing the bald eagle that landed on the memorial above him, though, broke everything.
He remembered walking off the plane all those years ago.
The spit. The urine.
The look of disgust on the faces of his classmates when they came to visit his mother, and found him there.
The days alone in his apartment, wondering if that day was his last.
It started looking up when Kristi entered his life, but there was still those memories.
It was this day, though, where that eagle validated everything.