Scene setting Stories

With the mid-morning sun warming me, I sat there, head between my hands, and deep in dark thought. Tears were not so far from my eyes as memories of my old friend, Michael, came back to me. He was an old school friend I had not seen for two years, but I knew I would miss him; that dark wavy hair, his laugh, and running circles around him on the football field. He hadn’t been that good at soccer. I never expected to return...