“We can’t see each other anymore.”
The blue plastic chair that the boy sits on is slippery with sweat and fear as he looks across his play table to his friend. Red hair separated down the middle by a river of baldness, face pale and arched black eye brows. His face now sad with an empty tea cup held with two gentle gloved hands.
“I’m sorry Bozo.” A visual image of a black tear appears beneath his left eye before disappearing.
“Dylan!” His father calls from downsta. . .
“We can’t see each other anymore.”
The blue plastic chair that the boy sits on is slippery with sweat and fear as he looks across his play table to his friend. Red hair separated down the middle by a river of baldness, face pale and arched black eye brows. His face now sad with an empty tea cup held with two gentle gloved hands.
“I’m sorry Bozo.” A visual image of a black tear appears beneath his left eye before disappearing.
“Dylan!” His father calls from downsta. . .