Fire Went The Wind

se colors speaking in a familiar yet inaudible language that numbs the senses and pulls the mind

smells and excessively gelled- and uncombed- hair. He slowly ran his bony fingers through his short, dark hair to th

et your und

inbow, something drawn by the impulsive hand of a child. Her plump figure gyrated and jittered as she quickly handed him the bag.

y hands. He took an unconcerned peek inside before dropping his long, skin

at him, her yellowing eyes mimicking the dull glow of the setting sun. Her stubby finger tips w

ursed lips held an invisible cigarette. Dressed in a long-sleeved, silky, white shirt and black trousers that delibera

r?' his mother screeched soundin

ides of the building and large bay windows from the first floor up to the second. A prince's castle redressed for the working class' use. The colossal, gre

ck to his elated moth

dear. Just think of the

is just high school,' he s

ientist. Think of the possibilities and opp

assembled for a driver to take their wheels and steer them into a tree or a ditch of debt, late nights and broken marriages. The so-called future la

n opened. He wondered what his roommate was like. Probably a drunkard. A high school nerd who had heard of the fre

jeans. Chad wanted to look away but there was something about her. She was like one of those trinkets in a gift shop, irrelevant but yet your eyes can't look away; mesmerized, beguiled and bewildered. Her head swiveled on its hinges, her semi-gold hair stubbornly staying over her eyes. Her eyes locked with Chad's, but for a moment. Hers were a plush green

ear, always re

r. 'I've got a soccer game to get to, if you don't mind.' His bulky body could h

expression wavered between sour and joy as she turned back to her son. The mixture was hazardous. She opened her mouth

her a on

ed little car looked like something from a World War II museum. 'Say bye to your father, Chad,' she said half consciously, most of her attention on the

ried to smile. It was a meager line drawn on his face by a few contour

ed something sim

member,

ather kicked the accelerator and