Posted: June 4th, 2011 | Author: | No Comments »

Simon stops in his tracks, standing in theĀ  middle of the aisle with his bottom lip puckered out.

“You can’t get it. Not today.”

Simon swings his arms as if they were leaden. He maintains a distance between him and his mother as a type of leverage. “Will I stay or will I run?” he seems to say.

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