Sailing on Love


He lay awake, shivering, as he did every night. Every night since the accident. The same accident that had killed his parents. He tried, as he did every night, not to think about them. Not to think about picnics and church, promenades and parks.

He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. It had been years now since the accident. He had to put this behind him.

He rolled over and tried to get comfortable. This was difficult in the cardboard box where he had made a temporary home. At the moment, a rather soggy cardboard box.

Shivering again, he pulled the newspapers tighter and turned over. He lay there, staring at the box's wall, until sleep overcame him.