Wednesday, The 12th
Afternoon
SCOTT RECOGNIZED THE LOOK OF MUCH OF THE CHOCOLATE AND candy from vivid memories of his youth in now defunct convenience stores gazing at the selection. So much time spent perusing, but he would always leave with one of the same items as he always did. He had grown more adventurous as the years seemed to push by him, but he continued with things he knew he liked because it just didn’t seem worth it anymore to go out on a limb—ironic thinking in the head of a young man evading capture, yet even his part and actions did not seem extremely far removed from who he was anymore. He had had his two friends to support him, and at the time he’d reasoned away the notion of the act being rash.
A small boy came traipsing into the aisle where he stood, simply staring at
