Friday, 11 October 2013

Smoke and Mirrors....

“But we’re not coming back.” I whispered. Two big fat tears rolled down my cheeks. She looked at me in alarm. It must have looked a little odd. There was I, a giant of a teenager with a buzz cut and huge gold earrings, with hair flopping in my eyes, sobbing like a baby.
My mom got out of her seat and came to fetch me.
“Is he yours?” The stewardess asked kindly; making me feel like a lost piece of baggage. Maybe that’s all I was…
“He is – he’s had to leave the love of his life behind – he’s kind of heart-broken.”
The words washed over me. It was true. I really was broken. I didn’t think I’d ever be fixed again…

Jon Willis, The Ballad of Jon and Lisa