THE TURTLE
by MIKE
Laying on the floor with my puppy Findly. Laid there for hours. Feeling like any minute I could die, but knowing I had my little buddy with me. Things could be worse. One day after a big fight with my dad, I ran to Holiday Park in a downpour. I watched the river rise, and puddles form. It was so calm. No one to disturb me in the forest. Only me, my music and my thoughts. It was one of those peaceful moments. I felt like I was the only person in the world. I distinctly remember watching a turtle surface from the water, and climbing past in my trance. The turtle has a clump of leaves on its back, which remained there until the reptile was out of sight. I don’t remember the rest of the journey, for I must have felt the departure of my peace must have been unwanted.
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