#wheelr

FEET crossed & tucked underneath him he sits by the other boy's side as pages, a myraid of lead, ink, & color are flipped through. like snapshots in a photo album they capture a not so distant past. just a time separated by a few months & a slam of a moving van door. " y-yeah ." he nods as mike points out the sketch of richie. it was a bitch to draw the spec wearing boy that day. but more of a one to punch him. bill still remembers. words uttered of not saving his brother but saving himself did not register. just the forbidden ones. ' georgie's dead !' that had been the breaking of the camel's back. fist flew. next thing he knew his best friend in the whole world was on the ground. he didn't think he could ever hit richie & yet- " i dun-dun-don't know ." blue hues cast downward for a sec. “ m-maybe .” hands find auburn locks as he rakes them from his hair. it's hard to explain. " sum-something c-c-came over m-m-me ." couldn’t shake it. maybe he had meant it, maybe it came from something deep inside. accumulation of all that he felt leading up to & that summer.