Fiction: Halfway to China

“Hey, Joey.”

“Hey, Tommy.”

“What’cha doin’?”

“Runnin’ away.”

Tommy took in the picture for a minute. There was simply no evidence to support Joey’s statement.

“How are you runnin’ away by diggin’ a hole in your back yard?”

“I’m goin’ to China.”

“Oh.” That made better sense.

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