Standing there, gazing into space. He holds a can of crisps in hand, a kid’s proclivity for snacking.
Early morning light seeps through the airport, bouncing through Pringles to make an unidentifiable crater tinged with green.
Now camouflaged, at an age too young to care. Hiding is an art, driven to the impulse of waiting.
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