Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2016 | Page 26

Joshua Chen “Are we done here?” Will said nothing. “I don’t know what to say, Will. I want to talk, but you keep bringing up the same old stuff every time.” Pat stood, tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, and headed towards the park’s border. Will sat motionless on the bench, hunched a little, and shivered as the wind blew through him. 14