Jude Bolick

Sally

It was stuffy in his special place, the dusty wooden support beams constricting his movements. It didn’t used to be such a tight fit, but times had changed. He had gotten bigger, although he didn’t feel like he had. In his mind, he was still only ten, but he knew that wasn’t the case. His body showed the effects of age. His hair was longer, as were his fingernails, which tapped out a rhythmic pattern on the thin plaster in front of him.