Make a wish -- An easy one -- You are not the only one
WHO: Kai and Søren
WHEN: Last Thursday, November 4th, around 11 pm
WHERE: Søren and Kai's apartment
WHAT: The prodigal son returns home
The splinters of their former coffee table had all been swept up and stuffed into bags for the next morning's trash pick up, and in place of the old stately piece now huddled several big cardboard boxes, strengthened from beneath with towers of books from the shelves. The apartment - for the most part, anyway - had been restored to it's normal working order, pieced together with a careful hand from an uncertain memory of how it first looked. He had tried to bring things back to a state of normalcy, of tidiness, of homeliness. He had tried in his best foot effort to make things like they were.
Still, there was no Søren. His laptop had been left open to quietly hum on the side of the “coffee table” with an email page open, the letter to his mom and Aunt about his cousin's whereabouts still yet unsent, a tiny slice of himself still holding onto the hope that he'd walk back into his life at any second. He eyed it ever so often from his perch on the sofa where he had been folding tiny Christmas stars for the last several hours. What had started as a fleck or two of color in the basin of the wicker basket had now amassed into a brilliant heap that brought a spot of life back into the now sorted space. The papercraft project had been able to hold his attention long enough to let his dinner to settle, but with nausea from the prior day's take with a bad blend of marijuana still fresh in his system it wasn't doing a good enough job. He was starting to fade, the arms of sleep coming up around him as he felt his head nod before pinching himself awake.
With hooded eyes Kai paused to stare down at the tiny ornament in his palm, poking at it with the tip of his index finger as he pushed it from side to side. He took only a second to glance at the clock - 11:11 pm.
So he made a wish.
WHEN: Last Thursday, November 4th, around 11 pm
WHERE: Søren and Kai's apartment
WHAT: The prodigal son returns home
The splinters of their former coffee table had all been swept up and stuffed into bags for the next morning's trash pick up, and in place of the old stately piece now huddled several big cardboard boxes, strengthened from beneath with towers of books from the shelves. The apartment - for the most part, anyway - had been restored to it's normal working order, pieced together with a careful hand from an uncertain memory of how it first looked. He had tried to bring things back to a state of normalcy, of tidiness, of homeliness. He had tried in his best foot effort to make things like they were.
Still, there was no Søren. His laptop had been left open to quietly hum on the side of the “coffee table” with an email page open, the letter to his mom and Aunt about his cousin's whereabouts still yet unsent, a tiny slice of himself still holding onto the hope that he'd walk back into his life at any second. He eyed it ever so often from his perch on the sofa where he had been folding tiny Christmas stars for the last several hours. What had started as a fleck or two of color in the basin of the wicker basket had now amassed into a brilliant heap that brought a spot of life back into the now sorted space. The papercraft project had been able to hold his attention long enough to let his dinner to settle, but with nausea from the prior day's take with a bad blend of marijuana still fresh in his system it wasn't doing a good enough job. He was starting to fade, the arms of sleep coming up around him as he felt his head nod before pinching himself awake.
With hooded eyes Kai paused to stare down at the tiny ornament in his palm, poking at it with the tip of his index finger as he pushed it from side to side. He took only a second to glance at the clock - 11:11 pm.
So he made a wish.