I love this story, Dave. I was there through your writing. I could see both the boy and the old man. How sad his life had become that he longed to hear his own mother call him, too. My heart cried out for him in that instant.
Profound, Dave. That word kept coming to me as I read. Profound.
I love this story, Dave. I was there through your writing. I could see both the boy and the old man. How sad his life had become that he longed to hear his own mother call him, too. My heart cried out for him in that instant.
Profound, Dave. That word kept coming to me as I read. Profound.
Well, bless you and thank you again!
It’s so easy to enjoy an excellent writer. You’re so welcome. Again.
So both the old man and the boy are Jonathan.
The old man is likely a future version of the boy, or the boy could be a memory, a manifestation of the old man’s past.
I like to think that sometimes we are all walking past our future selves, so I’ll go with the former. The old man is the future version of the boy. 🤔
I figured it cuts both ways. The past and the future cross paths in a dark corner. Thanks for the like.
Ah - my throat is tight and my eyes are watering. Bitter and sad. "And a little child shall lead them."
The invisible ones. Why? Why? I just don't understand.