absurd-obsessions

John’s smile brightened as he spotted Dave. He was excited to see his friend again, they hadn’t hung out the other since the SLT meeting over the summer. They lived too far away from each other, about an hour. The brunette waved enthusiastically at the blonde as he made his way over to him, the other offering a small smile in return. As he approached, John noticed that Dave was sitting next to an angry looking Latino boy sitting with his arms crossed. He looked short and he had a slightly stocky build. “Hey! What’s your name?” John said to the him. He turned his head toward John then glanced away quickly. &ldq

John looked in the mirror, smiling. He adjusted his dark red tie, tightening and centering it. He pushed his glasses up his nose and slipped on his white sweatshirt, which had a slime ghost emblazoned across the front. His glasses got caught in the neck, and he giggled, untangling then putting them back on. Nothing could bring him down today. He walked out his front door, passing his dad’s car and his old tire swing. He stopped when he reached the sidewalk and leaned against his mailbox. John looked out at his quiet neighbourhood, taking in the sight of the nearly identical houses, the sun low in the horizon, the leaves of the trees ru

“What do you wish for?” John looked back at his weary friends. Their faces showed exhaustion, nervousness at what would happen next, excitement hidden under the surface, not wanting to show it for fear it would be ripped away. As it had before. Over and over again. Many of their group were gone. Many never even met, dying before they had the chance. They all had endured so much suffering, and been through so much together. John only wished that they could all be together, all alive. The voice chuckled, deep and booming. Invading his person, he felt the noise from his head to his toes. He was sure the others did too, as several o