Literature
Brush With Death
A small, unobtrusive teen walks down the street on a cold winter evening. All bundled up, he heads home from the library. Crossing the bridge, he thinks to himself about the books he borrowed from the library. He thinks about how much he is going to enjoy reading them quietly in his room. With all that has happened lately, he has begun to be somewhat anti-social, even with his brother and father. They just moved into what is supposed to be a temporary place for an indeterminate amount of time. It’s around Christmas, within a couple of days before or after.
Head down, he continues along his way. At the other end of the bridge is the roa
