"Why does the world move so fast?" Leo asks rocking the bench back and forth.
The old bench makes squeaking sounds with each swing.
"What do you mean?" I say. "For me, the world moves too slow. This town is too small, everyone knows everything about you. I guess, I would prefer the world going fast, so I could go far away."
"Where would you go?" Leo asks.
I lay my head against his shoulder. "I don't know. Just somewhere new."
"The world is definitely going to fast for me, Kala Johnson. I just... wish I could stay like this. Stay here in the calmness of it all. Just floating down a lazy river... I like this."
I playfully nudge his shoulder, before resting my head on it once again. He leans his head on the top of mine this time.
"Yeah," I said. "If this is what you mean by slow, I guess it's not so bad."
We sit by each other talking until the sky darkens, and Leo has to go home.
YOU ARE READING
For Those Who Keep Falling
Teen Fictiontold in vignettes & poems for you the weirdo, the underestimated, the overworked and the tired. i hope this little book makes you smile and laugh and cry and scream and i hope sometimes you throw it on the floor just to pick it up dust it off and...
