Deep thoughts

[Ramal Thomas]

Ramal walked to the lake, which was the only place that could calm him at a time like this. He hated the fact that he now had nowhere to sleep. It reminded him of years ago when he had to travel and sleep wherever he could find refuge. The seventeen year old cupped his hands and drew out some water from the lake. He hoped that this was a dream, that he would wake up from a nightmare tomorrow. He made the water float above his hands as he thought deeply. Of course it wasn't a dream. All he could do is wake up in the morning and deal with this as best he could. He smiled as he let the water drop. He always seemed to find his resolve when at the lake