Chasing Broken Dreams
There is a slight smile filled with confusion playing in his eyes, “Don’t tell me your dream fell through again.”
I look on over to the truck, and the attendant follows my eyed, “My dream is in that truck.” I pause for a moment and turn to look at the clerk again, “His body is there, but his mind is gone.”
“Well,” he starts, and there is genuine concern in his voice, “Whatever happened, I am sure time will heal his wounds.”
I only but give him half a smile and turn to leave the store, “I really hope you are right.”
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