Waist Deep

21

My knee ached and my head swam.

I trudged west down Sprague Avenue, keeping the pace slow to avoid my limp coming out.I knew it would anyway, long before I got home. I’d pay for the long walk tomorrow, but right now I needed the time and motion.

None of it made any sense to me.Sure, girls ran away.Some got tattoos.Some even became prostitutes.It wasn’t an uncommon story.

But not girls like Kris Sinderling.

So what had happened?

I continued to walk along, my boots clicking on the sidewalk, because I had absolutely no idea.