After arguing with his parents again, Morton needed time away from their home. He drove to the state park where the 21-year-old often found peace.
His loose clothing dampened with summer sweat as he walked a wide path, built as a carriage trail for the wealthy. Morton took a turnoff leading to a suspension bridge.
He stopped half-way across the bridge and leaned his forearms against the coiled metal railing. A winged insect, seen only in summer’s heat, landed nearby.
“What’s up?” Morton asked. The insect flew away.
Morton turned from the bridge, beginning the journey back to his parents.
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