Sitting By The Lake

Darkness in the trees that reflect his mood. A match that will not light. Thoughts that take him far from serenity.


Lost People

He tried to judge her accent. Possibly Spanish. Definitely another backpacker, like himself. If she wondered about him, she didn't show it.


Mirage

He pressed his face on the fence very hard. He looked far into the empty street to see if there were any signs of life.


Fly Away

I was beginning to go stir-crazy being cooped up indoors. All the things you take for granted suddenly became insurmountable mountains.


Jake's Story

It had started in college. In the summers Jake had worked for a catering company in the resort area south of his hometown.