Lost in My Own Thoughts
The garage sale buzzed with chatter and bartering all around me, people casually browsing through used items, but I felt trapped in my own world, time standing still as I stared at those skates, my heart pounding in my chest. The noise faded into a distant hum, replaced by a strange ringing in my ears, and I couldn’t understand how everyone else could go on so normally, buying knick-knacks while I was caught in this surreal moment.
Lost In My Own Thoughts
Mr. Thompson’s Vigilant Guard
I sensed someone watching me and looked up to see Mr. Thompson, the friendly retired neighbor from two houses down, his eyes filled with curiosity—probably wondering why I was standing there frozen, as if I’d seen a ghost. He knew my story, as did everyone in the neighborhood, and I could almost read the question in his gaze: What are you going to do now? But honestly, I didn’t know the answer myself.
Mr. Thompson’s Vigilant Guard
