Night
Walk
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By John W.
Vander Velden
He crossed
the street not certain where he might go.
The rain drops silver beneath the street lamps, splashing new puddles in
the street. Joe’s head uncovered, hair
hanging wet, water flowing into his eyes along his cheeks down his neck,
cold…wet…soaking…miserable. Yet he
continued moving the direction he faced, confused…lost…in his home town. It didn’t matter where he went…only he could
not go home…not yet…maybe never. His
mind raced, scarcely noticing the chill or the places his feet carried. How had he come to this place? The place that home seemed off limits. How could things change so quickly? Two hours…only two hours…the time he had
left…the time he had walked…the time he had been drenched. Joe should go somewhere dry but the hour gave
few choices. He should find a safe
place…a dry place. Home came to
mind. That was impossible…now….
(151 Words)
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