He was alarmed to see his sons leave sprint marks on the lawn. His sweat and strain was all in vain in less than half a second. Looking back, he wished he could preserve that summer moment. His boys-turned-men are vanished into drugs and suicide. He can’t explain where he went wrong, what he could change to make a different ending.
He counts his loss
in baseball cards
and empty photographs.
published in Alethiology
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