Sitting on a rock, cross-legged, I pretend to meditate. My eyes half-closed, hands on my knees fingers up, I keep repeating “ommm.” Even when he’s so far up the trail, I see that scowl of confusion I live for.
Years later, when he’s only an old photograph and another Facebook name, I still sit cross-legged. Meditating.
Only, for real.
wondering who has
the last laugh
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Jason Ortego
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