Copyright© 2021 by Mark Elias
“So tell me what you’re thinking?” Allison asked.
We were in our spot as we had called it. We didn’t have a special name for it. It was just our spot. All of the small additions we’d made to the small group of trees never changed what it was. When we were kids we saw fairies in those trees. We had run around for ages playing. It was one of the few places where I felt I could actually just relax and be myself.
“Just trying to figure out what’s next. I mean where do I go from here?”
I had my arms around my knees just staring across the pond that you could just barely seen through the thick surrounding trees. Off to my right I heard Gypsy and Whiskey, the two horses we’d rode in on, munching on something.
“You can only get better.”
I sighed, “You say that, but is it the truth? I mean we’re starting high school soon. That’s a whole new set of issues. It’s been three years of middle school and I’ve managed to come out with exactly two friends. Maybe if I try really hard I can make that four by our senior year.”
I heard Allison chuckle ever so slightly.
“Alex, you are harder on yourself than you need to be. I’ve known it for a long time. There’s so much that I wish I could change about how things have been for us, but I can’t. Sometimes I wonder if it wasn’t supposed to play out this way.”
“You think God is punishing me?”