She turned away from the cold, and caught a glimpse in the shadows.
"What's wrong? "
She did all She could do. She pointed to the swingset. The swingset.
Pat looked, and dropped Sasha's leash. There he was. TJ. In the same clothes he was last seen wearing, 7 years ago. The striped tank top pulled awkwardly across his broad chest.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Prodigal Son
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