He felt like a moth drawn to the light Jack did. Once he landed he felt the familiar air the smells everything. He walked off the plane and back into his home. He searched for Sean Dons car. A silver pickup truck. But not one of those big ones. It was practical he had to move different things all the time. He’d always pick up something new something someone else had thrown out something someone else didn’t need. He’d make it his own. A few brushes of paint or something that Jack never understood.
There was a time he got into welding made a whole table even.
There was others he was bad at.
Jacks phone was dead now. Fuck. He went to arrivals and waited there. He told him 8 hours from when he thought. He’d wait an hour. Then start walking. He didn’t have fear in that moment he felt that he returned after a long trip the hard part was over he thought.
He sort of leaned back on a light post it had a little ledge and he watched the cars come and go. People embracing and lifting luggage and looking at each other. He waited there.
There was a time he got into welding made a whole table even.
There was others he was bad at.
Jacks phone was dead now. Fuck. He went to arrivals and waited there. He told him 8 hours from when he thought. He’d wait an hour. Then start walking. He didn’t have fear in that moment he felt that he returned after a long trip the hard part was over he thought.
He sort of leaned back on a light post it had a little ledge and he watched the cars come and go. People embracing and lifting luggage and looking at each other. He waited there.
