Leaving The Past Behind Us
The taxi finally picked up enough speed to leave Mark behind. I turned in my seat to watch him through the rear window.
He stood in the middle of the street, hands on his knees, gasping for breath. His figure grew smaller and smaller as we put distance between us.
The house, the porch, and my children faded into the background. I faced forward again, watching the familiar neighborhood disappear, ready for the first chapter of my new life.