They’re both off at college now and we no longer have our weekly dinners. I know we weren’t as tight as we used to be when they were younger, but the young one has a superb connection with her aunt, and the elder was more like me.

Quiet, enjoyed music and books, into weird shit, but cool with it.

I’m not sure what happened.

We don’t even talk when we do see each other.

I miss them, an awful lot, but it’s not really about me. It’s about them living their lives.

Few people have meant so much to me in my days, and it’s a shame we have to drift apart.

Still, their lives await. All I ever want for anyone is for them to be happy, so go be happy.

I’ll be here if you feel like shooting the shit.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2570 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Twenty-Seventh City, Jonathan Franzen
Comics: Gen 13 v2 27, Gen 13/Generation X: Harvest Of Evil 1, Gen 13 Bootleg 17, Gen 12 2
Music: Fables Of The Reconstruction, R.E.M.