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[TM] Picture Prompt
Aug. 30th, 2007 01:22 pmPicture Prompt
Don felt the edge of his sneaker slide on the rocks beneath him, and lashed out at the branch nearby to make sure he didn’t slide in. He could hear the snickers of his “friends” behind him, but chose to ignore it, just pushing ahead and praying for this weekend to be over faster than it was going.
His father and some of his cop buddies dragged their sons out into the woods for a little “quality time” once a month. Honestly, Don didn’t really mind spending the time with is father. He didn’t see him that much because he always seemed to be working, and this gave them a chance to catch up. It was the other kids that he had a problem with. His father never seemed to see the problem, and while he wasn’t necessarily one to always complain about everything—he just wished that they would stop.
( School was different. )
Don felt the edge of his sneaker slide on the rocks beneath him, and lashed out at the branch nearby to make sure he didn’t slide in. He could hear the snickers of his “friends” behind him, but chose to ignore it, just pushing ahead and praying for this weekend to be over faster than it was going.
His father and some of his cop buddies dragged their sons out into the woods for a little “quality time” once a month. Honestly, Don didn’t really mind spending the time with is father. He didn’t see him that much because he always seemed to be working, and this gave them a chance to catch up. It was the other kids that he had a problem with. His father never seemed to see the problem, and while he wasn’t necessarily one to always complain about everything—he just wished that they would stop.
( School was different. )
