I’m at home. We’re having a party. It might have been because my brother is home on leave from the army. The adults are talking and drinking, ignoring me. I go outside and start to walk. I walk down the hill, across the road, through the fields and the woods and then I’m sat on a wall at the side of the road, waiting, for what I can’t remember know. A car pulls up, a man gets out, it’s my dad. They missed me and came looking for me. I didn’t think anyone would miss me or come looking for me. I just wanted to walk forever and be free from everything, to be alone, on my own.

Comments
  1. john foggin says:

    I really like the way you’re making this stripped-back photo album. Less is more. Not always but it is here. Image after image. Day after day. Brilliant idea.

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    • Thanks John that means a lot. I was trying to find a different way of writing my story, one that suited my writing style but still got over what I was trying to say. Great to hear I am on the right path.

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