no word…

tried talkin’ to him…no use…he’d just sit there an’ stare off into space…didn’t know what he was thinkin’…sure wasn’t what I was sayin’…wanted nothin’ to do with me…sit alone…be by himself…that’s all he wanted…

an’ I’d call from time to time to see how he was doin’…answered the phone in this real low voice…Texas drawl…didn’t even say hello…just …,yeah…,ask him how he was…nothin’ was said…like talkin’ to myself…found myself responding to my own voice…repeating what was said to him on the other line…far far away…he was gone…

one day he called me…got this notion ’bout headin’ down to Texas to see where his mom and dad were buried…said he was gonna’ hitch-hike down there…start out walkin’ then put his thumb out…said somebody’d pick him up…

told him that wasn’t a good idea…August heat would knock him for a loop…said he needed to reconsider…he just laughed…said I didn’t know a thing ’bout the road…told stories of bein’ young an’ hitchin’ to Denver from Dallas…an’ from Northern New Mexico to places in Southern California… ‘fore he met mom…then again…he talked of trips to the Moon as well…

keep goin’ by his house…tryin’ to call him…no answer…maybe he went ahead an’ took-off after-all…he just might’ve…

been a month now…

no word…

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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