I never found out exactly what happened to the boy on the trampoline. In those days I commuted by bus, crawling through the suburbs. You’d see him every morning, rising unexpectedly above the hedge around their garden: rising, falling, rising, falling, as the bus went by.Read More
There he stands, just feet from his vehicle,
puffing contently, ignoring the wide-eyed
stares from behind the dirty windows.