The boy couldn’t hold the umbrella upright. Or wouldn’t. The nuances in the plops of raindrops against the canopy as it spun about was enough to keep the boy’s attention. It was quite the spectacle to his parents. It would twist and wobble sideways, frontways, backways, and upways. His parents giggled on as he flung […]
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He woke up thinking he was someone else. He gasped as his heart raced, his him-ness breathing back into him all at once. It didn’t quite belong anymore. The boy had gotten lost in the dream. And he got lost in the same dream several nights later. And again. And again. It lingered on his […]
mack rogers writes 