The Boy in Bunk 13
From the viewpoint in the passenger seat of my father’s 2015 Subaru all I could make out was the sky and a slow approaching building in the horizon. Darkness blanketed the surrounding trees and shrubs. There had to be billions of stars out tonight. They spread from one horizon to another displaying intricate patterns and geometries. I wish I could be out there; wish I could reach my hands up and pluck away a star all for myself. Alas, life would be too simple if I could do that. There was quiet screech, a shifting of gears, and the Subaru came to a halt. Immediately after my dad opened his door and hopped out of the driver’s seat.