A story about a boy, dealing with loss around the holidays.
He threw a rock into the pond and watched the ripples spread out and reflect back in on themselves. They formed a small chaos on the surface of the water.
The air was still, and the sky was drab: an unremarkable gray that was only too appropriate for why he was here. He hated this place and everything about it.
“Such a good boy, such a smart boy,” she had always said. She said it when he was young and believed it. She said it when he was older and knew better. Now she wouldn’t say it anymore.