Wandering Minds (collection of short stories)

3 AM

     The sweet peach e-cig vapor wraps around your hair and fills the air. Street lights give you a path to follow as you make your way down the middle of the street. Cars remain parked in their driveways at this time of night and the only way to recognize them is the reflection of light off the tail lights. Few lights illuminate windows of the houses that line the streets. Other than your footsteps and slow and steady breaths, it is dead silent.

     The quietness gives you time to think. No interruptions. No one to judge you. Nothing but the quiet night and you. Life seems like it has stopped for hours. It's a stillness that cannot be bothered. In the distance all that is heard are the few cars on the highway, filled with late night travelers and workers, emergencies that couldn't wait a few more hours.

     But you are up, and you aren't one these people. You're a wandering mind with a lost soul that really doesn't know where to go. So you dragged yourself out here late at night, to experience calmness once again.