Some writing...It's title-less

Mar 17, 2008 - 08:19 AM PST

The sun spilled fire along the horizon. Behind his head, a bright silver moon looked to be a million miles away, a stark contrast to the burning city that was the sun. Before him stretched the lake he knew so well. Just the slightest smile passed across his features. A crisp chill blew through and a shiver crept down him spine, jolting him into a reverie…

“Come on! Give them back! I just got them!” He chased the tall boy, his name long forgotten, along the edge of the water to the dock. When Ryan finally caught up with that boy, he was dangling his shoes over the water and with just a moment’s hesitation and an unrecognizable look, he released the shoe strings…

Ryan grip on the sand beneath his fingers relaxed as his grip on reality strengthened. Jon, that was his name. Got what he deserved, he did, though…

“Karma’s a bitch,” Spencer glared at Jon, holding his new drumsticks over the edge of the very same dock. And in they went as well, to the bottom of the lake with Ryan’s shoes. Ryan couldn’t help smiling. What a friend wouldn’t do for another…

And the feeling of longing for being little again was sharp. Ryan leaned back against a boulder and listened to the gentle woosh-swish of the water lapping against the damp earth not more than a few feet from his toes, shoeless once again, only by choice this time around. The air was still around him, exactly like all of those summer nights his and Spencer’s families spent there…

“Ryan, spread the blanket with Spencer, with you?” His mother beckoned the boys from their attempt to rush into the lake and avoid preparing the blanket or the food. Such luck apparently wasn’t on their side and shuffling their feet, they ambled back towards the folded cloth.

Not long after, the water was forgotten for the moment in favor of the late lunch spread out in the Tupperware on the blanket. Spencer gravitated towards the watermelon slices, grabbed a few and attempting to the devour them simultaneously.