Chasing after the Wind
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Imma let out a sigh as his Nissan Bluebird rustled through the carpet of fallen leaves and came to a stop in his driveway. The tall palms, conifers and eucalyptus trees at the corners of the fence swayed and whispered in the evening wind. The laughter of nearby kids announced that Imma’s neighbours were back from their trip. He sat in his car, debating whether to go over as usual and say hello before mounting the stairs up to his apartment. Not today, he decided.
Yawning, he noticed the groceries on the back seat. “They can wait till tomorrow,” he thought. Taking a deep breath, he lugged his work bag and a few binders upstairs. Music boomed from an outdoor event somewhere down the street, and Imma was grateful that the sound drowned out the pounding in hi
