MindSpinner

Catapult Kid’s visit home came and went so quickly; I felt what a luxury time is, day in and day, out to spend with people you love, or to be where you want to be, or doing what you want to do. He was here; he is gone again.

He looked stronger, but he was very tired, and he soaked up sleep like a sponge. He said “Yes sir” to the sales clerk in the store, and stood, when not aware, with his hands behind his back, his feet somewhat apart, at ease. He folded jeans crisply, and with attention. He was home again, yet part of him already belongs to something else, and the years of his childhood are over.