#fridayflash: Incomplete Visions

Nek Ramalan paused in the doorway. The pudgy, brown-skinned boy sitting in her chair had an exceptionally strong mind. She could not see his face—he sat with his back to her, facing the wall—but she didn’t need to know what he looked like to read his thoughts. Her already-wrinkled face scrunched up even more in distaste at stray images of kickball, fishing and swimming in the scummy pond at the edge of town, vapid thoughts that made him seem like a simpleton. Yet again, he wore the white robe...