So this is a little mini-series/drabble-series type thing that I decided to do while out vacationing because there's only so much you can do while trapped in a car for hours with someone that is slowly becoming the bane of your existence no matter how much you love them.
Hopefully I'll be able to update this every day/every other day.
( His hands traveled across... )
The Great Plains
Summary: Freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose.
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. – Janice Joplin
( ... have you ever thought that choosing not to choose is indeed a choice after all? )
Alfred was in church late Sunday morning when he received a new text. After a minute or two, he began to fidget in the pew, fiddling with the old, time worn bible in his hands. The thin pages were open to the hymns that they normally sung when instructed - not that he needed the reference as he knew most of them by heart, but it was more a habit of years spent touching the same soft pages as he listened to sermon after sermon. Subtly he glanced about himself. He was wedged between Matthew and his teacher Mr. Carriedo. Matthew shot him an irritated glance as Alfred crossed and uncrossed his legs several times, wondering how badly he would be scolded for pulling his phone out as Father Feliciano began a new passage; his accented voice smooth and calming as he spoke of the troubles of today’s world.
( Alfred had a feeling that this was going to be a good year. )