“Look what Santa gave me,” Travis says.
“Wow! An iPhone!” Arthur says. “I got an iPad.”
Neil has heard of these things, but he got a puzzle.
He kicks at the playground gravel, scattering it against a window. In the Time Out Chair, he wonders why Santa likes him less.
She sank back into her bleak reality, removed her sensory visor, and switched off the game.
How she wished she could be destitute and live by her wits, surviving unscrupulous landlords, pimps, and drug dealers in her real world.
“Alas,” she sighed when her chauffeur came to pick her up.
Connell wrote this after he stopped being inspired by others, but just how long this will last is anyone’s guess.
Two souls waited to be born.
I will be a beautiful girl, said the first, born into wealth.
I will be a lonely boy, said the second, abused and abandoned.
But why? asked first.
Because I’ll learn more in my few years of hardship than in your lifetime of privilege.
Daniel Wilson lives in the foothills of North Carolina with his wife and children.