Prose, poetry, fiction, and rambles from people with a bit too much time on their hands.

Away from home

A glance out the window shows that nothing has changed. The sky still spitting tiny droplets, the lake still choppy and gray. So cold. It’s almost time to go, but the destination is not home. It’s a place that’s even worse. The parents urge everyone into the uncomfortable SUV. There’s just enough time to slip out a cell phone and bitch about the situation to someone at home.


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