Happiness is in the small things (open)
Kyle was in the park on a Sunday afternoon. It was always surreal even after the time he had spent here, to experience the tranquilty of nature. Kyle realized he was going to miss the trees and grass the most. There were some left here and there back home, but they were dwindling fast and it was hard to ignore the fact eventually Skynet would succeed in destroying all the greenery in sight.
He pulled out a fresh ham sandwich from a paper bag and took a bite. There were children playing off in the distance and Kyle enjoyed watching them. It was easy to tell by their faces that the children knew nothing of hardship. He found himself thinking of Star and wished she could have been born in a different time as well.
Kyle took another bite of the sandwich, then reached for the water in a reusable water bottle.
He pulled out a fresh ham sandwich from a paper bag and took a bite. There were children playing off in the distance and Kyle enjoyed watching them. It was easy to tell by their faces that the children knew nothing of hardship. He found himself thinking of Star and wished she could have been born in a different time as well.
Kyle took another bite of the sandwich, then reached for the water in a reusable water bottle.