Robert turns his back
to the family picnic, resisting the urge to look just once more and
see the world as his dad sees it. “Not engaging...” he mutters,
“Not engaging.”
He has to admit to
himself that it is a beautiful day, the sun sitting high in a
cloudless sky, a gentle breeze ruffling the grass and sea of daisies.
“You never see fields
of daisies any more,” he says to himself, passing time.
“Well that is a
pity,” replies the voice of Tom, “It is such a beautiful thing to
see. Now, there you are, and we finally meet.”
“Where are you?”
Robert asks, turning to see thin air around him.
“Oh I'm here,” Tom
replies, “I just may take a little time to coalesce.”
