{On the Shuttle to Nowheresville} 5.12.12

“Daddy, look!” a young boisterous boy bounced up to his father, “I made a rocket!”

The boy's father looked and observed three kitchen chairs stacked up with a plastic plate on top-but he chose to see a rocket.

“Wow! Look at that!” he stacked three chairs next to the others and climbed up. “Where're we going captain?”
The boy scrambled into his rocket and took the steering wheel, “Mars! 3, 2, 1- blast offfff!”

“Woa! Look at all those stars!” Exclaimed the father.

Even though he knew they had never really left the earth.

On a Shuttle to Nowheresville (5.12.2012)

“Arriving at NoWheresVille in 5 minutes!” 

I look out the window, my head bouncing against the window as we go through a particularly bad patch of wind. 

The trees whipped past at an incredible rate. I was excited to go home to Nowhere. But, at the same time … I dreaded it. I didn’t have a true reason. I couldn’t shake it.  

Stepping off the train, I look around. Inhale the scent of home. With a screaming of wheels on metal the train sped away. 

I look around, it’s empty. 

No one lives in Nowheresville. 

Empty wind screams through empty houses.