The old swing, ya see it there, lad? That’s what me father an’ I erected when I were just a wee one like you. An’ that well standin’ there… Aye, that cursed well. I didn’t have your fancy swing sets an’ your outdoor games of every sorts, but I had that swing.
Going for an evening jog is how I shove the day’s problems out of my mind. They’re fat and weigh me down, but when I’ve jogged far enough, they quit trying to keep up. I leave them panting on the side of the road, while I enjoy my new lightness.
The shipping route to Jupiter’s moons was long and dangerous, and I had asked him not to go. What happened in his absence wasn’t his fault, but I was angry with him, regardless.
Matt hopped onto the rusted roof of a junkyard car and placed his fists on his hips. The other two boys studied their king for weaknesses, having no intention of remaining his subjects. “Bow before the king of Metal Mountain, minions!”
Our forests are nothing more than silent wastelands. They were once alive with animals that scurried over the ground and birds that sang proudly of their treetop views. Now, the trees are rotted, victims of some unknown plague.