Scene01 - Moving On"You know what?" I asked. "This is all your fault." I looked over at him momentarily. He stood with one hand against the railing and the other slack at his side.
He made no move to look at me. He just said, "Yeah." I screwed my face up at the sound of his voice, thick with sarcasm. I wanted to stand up, yank him around to face me and ask him to say that again. But I chose not to say anything at all, quite typical of me. I stayed where I was, sitting on top of the rusty railing, trying to pick the dirt from under my nails. The silence surrounding us had been unsettling before, but now it was unbearable.
Then, seemingly without hesitation, he pushed off the railing and started to walk away. I looked up at him again, broken free from the hold that the silence had upon me. My mouth worked to find something smart to say to his retreating form, but the only coherent thing
Living to Let Go: Short NoticeLiving to Let Go
He was stealing the building's wifi. Thankfully he was able to get a signal. He sat in a small room connected to the end of a long, fluorescent-lit hallway, in a cushioned burgundy chair with gray metal arm rests. He never liked those chairs, because whenever he was told to sit in them it meant he was either in trouble, got blamed for something, or was being sent with a new family. Yeah, being in an orphanage wasn't the best thing in the world. But he supposed things could be worse.
He kept his head down, focusing on the iPod Touch in his hands. His black bangs covered his eyes, preventing anyone walking past being able to see his expression. His thumbs typed sporadically against the screen, typing out a text message to send to his friend. As he tapped the "send" button, his message appeared in a bubble above the keyboard, joining the rest of his conv