To Be Weightless

It was only by chance that I saw him kill that young fellow.

It was only by chance that I would be standing in the exact spot to see that slender soft spoken boy, wrap his hands around that young fellow’s neck and chuck him over the side of a dirt mound onto a pile of upstanding pipes.

As that young fellow was falling, I could’ve sworn I’d seen him smile before being impaled. In that moment, I felt all my weight and first time I wanted so badly to be weightless and drift away.