The Summer I Died

by Ryan C. Thomas

He looked at me with one of those looks that make people feel uncomfortable, like he was going to tell me how I’d die.

I guess some problems were too big to fix and you just hoped they would take care of themselves.

You don’t just concede defeat in these circumstances. You take every second you can find and use it to pray for another few seconds. Hope is a cruel bitch.

The human brain has a difficult time rationalizing the absurd.

When they dug up Tooth’s body, he was wearing his Red Sox cap.