Today’s sin is envy.
He sat at the window and watched.
Bright leaves made freckles on the driveway. The ball echoed through a world blasted white with sunlight. It felt like looking at memory.
But not his own. His memories took place indoors. His memories stacked like stones entombing him in this place, this body. He would never run out there into the memory-white sun-bleached world. He would watch.