That One Moment
He was left stood there, gasping, gasping for air, in a hope for life, with no hope in the world. It was cold, freezing for that matter, well in his eye's it was anyway, middle of July and he is stood there by the oak tree, against the brown bark of it's trunk, there he was leant, gasping, gasping for air, without a care in the world, all he wanted was that one last breath, one more chance in life. One more minute. Where would he be in one minute? Only fate could know.
He began to breathe, slowly but smoothly, the air seemed so much fresher, and so much more valuable to him than it ever had before. Why had he felt this way? Why did it all work out like it did? He slowly began to gather himself together and work his way down the street. The sun was beaming and it was 30degrees, but he was walking down this road frozen cold, in his winter coat and gloves. What was wrong with this boy? Only he could know. He wanted an answer, but an answer he would not get. He began to tell himself it would be ok, but hoped not to tempt fate; fate may be all he has left, for all e knows every step he takes may well be the last. Every breath he takes may be the last. Every word he stutters may be the last.
He thought he heard voices, though he spun a 360 and there was no one in site. No one and nothing. One boy. One tree. One road. One chance.