Status: Complete: Possible re-write/re-post
Two Roads Split Off From Here
Looking At You Through The Glass
As I looked at him through the plate glass, he seemed shocked to see me. I picked up the telephone and he did the same. It felt weird talking to him again. It’s been almost five years since we last saw each other.
“What are you doing here?” he asked into the phone
“I heard on the news, and I had to see it for myself,” I said. “Why would you do such a thing?”
“I don’t know. I was the one that got caught. They left me. Left me to be the one
that took all the heat. And now look at me.”
“I can see that.”
I was amazed at the change he made. He looked so different, although I could tell it was him. He wasn’t the same boy he was ten years ago. I wasn’t looking at the boy that wanted to go chat in the tree house. I was looking at an older boy who had turned into a
criminal. Boy how the tables have turned.
Well???
“What are you doing here?” he asked into the phone
“I heard on the news, and I had to see it for myself,” I said. “Why would you do such a thing?”
“I don’t know. I was the one that got caught. They left me. Left me to be the one
that took all the heat. And now look at me.”
“I can see that.”
I was amazed at the change he made. He looked so different, although I could tell it was him. He wasn’t the same boy he was ten years ago. I wasn’t looking at the boy that wanted to go chat in the tree house. I was looking at an older boy who had turned into a
criminal. Boy how the tables have turned.
Well???