maybe…

he’d go into these department stores…look around for hours…at lawn furniture…pictures of families in frames..black and whites…color photos too…

all over those Walmarts he walked…picking up baseballs…footballs…used to play catch in the front yard…

and he saw all these book-bags…backpacks…different kinds of luggage…thought of hittin’ the road again…goin’ someplace…startin’ over…always startin’ over…

then he’d see the gas grills…smokers…think maybe…just maybe…he could do it again…

maybe…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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