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[fieldbox="Adam Smith, blue, solid"]
The sky was dotted with fluffy, white clouds taking turns acting as hiding places for the sun. The call of a skein of ducks sounded as they flew over head. Adam paused and looked up toward the birds as he straightened up after dropping a suitcase into the trunk of his car. He had always been envious of them. There were no restrictions, no limitations, and no freak accidents that seemed to plague him every time he planned a trip out of town. But this time was different. He had every route outside of town marked off on his map. There would be no stopping him this time.
“Are you sure you want to go, Adam?”
He sighed as he watched his mother exit the house and start down the sidewalk connecting the driveway to the building, “Mom, we’ve already talked about this,” he closed the rear passenger door and rounded the front of his car, “All I’ve ever known is Willow Hill. I’m ready to see what else is out there. I wanna see mountains, and the oceans, visit D.C. or even another country that I’ve only ever seen in pictures or on the internet.”
“What’s wrong with pictures?” she replied, her eyes red from crying.
“Let him go, Anne,” the baritone voice of his father sounded from the door. A few steps later and he was standing beside his wife, “We both knew this day would come. We just need to trust that while he’s out there, he’ll make the right decisions and come back to us in one piece.”
Adam flashed a grateful smile, “I’ll be back, I promise. It’s not like I could stay away from you guys forever. You’ve done so much for me.”
Fighting back tears, Anne nodded as she reached out and smoothed her hands over Adam’s red t-shirt, “You be careful,” she finally said, “and come back to us.”
“I will,” he told her as he embraced her.
“Where to first?” his father asked.
“I think I’ll go to D.C. first. It’s the closest.”
“D.C.’s nice,” his father spoke as he reached around and opened the car door for Adam, “Bring us back a souvenir.”
“You bet,” Adam returned with a smile before sliding into the car, “I’ll call you when I stop for the night.”
“We love you,” his mother spoke as he started the engine.
“Love you guys, too!” he returned.
The drive was as peaceful as he thought it would be. The cool breeze rushed in through the open window messing his hair as it passed through. His radio played, and he sang along with it despite the fact that he was probably off-key. He had elected on taking the eastern route out of town as it was the quickest way to get to the interstate, and so far, there were no disruptions. This time was different from all the times before when he had tried to leave Willow Hill. He’d pack up the car, get on the road, and something would inevitably keep him from leaving. He was starting to think the town was cursed..or maybe he just had horrible luck..and he was trapped there.
This time was different.
There were few cars on the road, and he was hitting every light green. Even the gas station was empty, so he could go right in and fill the tank of his car. Nothing, it seemed, would stop him from his trip this time.[/fieldbox]
The sky was dotted with fluffy, white clouds taking turns acting as hiding places for the sun. The call of a skein of ducks sounded as they flew over head. Adam paused and looked up toward the birds as he straightened up after dropping a suitcase into the trunk of his car. He had always been envious of them. There were no restrictions, no limitations, and no freak accidents that seemed to plague him every time he planned a trip out of town. But this time was different. He had every route outside of town marked off on his map. There would be no stopping him this time.
“Are you sure you want to go, Adam?”
He sighed as he watched his mother exit the house and start down the sidewalk connecting the driveway to the building, “Mom, we’ve already talked about this,” he closed the rear passenger door and rounded the front of his car, “All I’ve ever known is Willow Hill. I’m ready to see what else is out there. I wanna see mountains, and the oceans, visit D.C. or even another country that I’ve only ever seen in pictures or on the internet.”
“What’s wrong with pictures?” she replied, her eyes red from crying.
“Let him go, Anne,” the baritone voice of his father sounded from the door. A few steps later and he was standing beside his wife, “We both knew this day would come. We just need to trust that while he’s out there, he’ll make the right decisions and come back to us in one piece.”
Adam flashed a grateful smile, “I’ll be back, I promise. It’s not like I could stay away from you guys forever. You’ve done so much for me.”
Fighting back tears, Anne nodded as she reached out and smoothed her hands over Adam’s red t-shirt, “You be careful,” she finally said, “and come back to us.”
“I will,” he told her as he embraced her.
“Where to first?” his father asked.
“I think I’ll go to D.C. first. It’s the closest.”
“D.C.’s nice,” his father spoke as he reached around and opened the car door for Adam, “Bring us back a souvenir.”
“You bet,” Adam returned with a smile before sliding into the car, “I’ll call you when I stop for the night.”
“We love you,” his mother spoke as he started the engine.
“Love you guys, too!” he returned.
The drive was as peaceful as he thought it would be. The cool breeze rushed in through the open window messing his hair as it passed through. His radio played, and he sang along with it despite the fact that he was probably off-key. He had elected on taking the eastern route out of town as it was the quickest way to get to the interstate, and so far, there were no disruptions. This time was different from all the times before when he had tried to leave Willow Hill. He’d pack up the car, get on the road, and something would inevitably keep him from leaving. He was starting to think the town was cursed..or maybe he just had horrible luck..and he was trapped there.
This time was different.
There were few cars on the road, and he was hitting every light green. Even the gas station was empty, so he could go right in and fill the tank of his car. Nothing, it seemed, would stop him from his trip this time.[/fieldbox]