Walking Where the Dead Ships Dwell
by Renenet White
Growing up had been hard, he would admit.
But times such as these sometimes had to be experienced in order to mature and grow.
You never really become an adult until you have experienced pain, loss and grief; the likes of which, echoed through his mind one after the other on a repetitive, perpetual merry-go-round.
The first one went in a crash.
The second in a whisper.
The third with a bang.