Her eyes water as she searches for her son among the wreckage. There are floating ashes. Smoke.

When she blinks she sees the meadow they wandered in yesterday. Floating pollen was airborne, but it was his wide-eyed wonderment that made her eyes water.

She’s found him. He’s in the meadow.

Jason Huynh finds himself not writing what he knows, for he has realized that he knows very little in the world of experience. Jason should prioritize better and finish his homework first…