Excerpt from the novel Room to Fall
By Michael Hanson
[Solomon, 27, has just received news that provokes reflections on his high school years (a decade gone), during which he met his best friend, Kurt.]
I’d never even spoken to the guy—he was a junior, after all, and I a lowly (scared shitless) freshman—when he appeared at my locker one afternoon and said, Hey man, you got a sheet of paper? Removing a single sheet of loose-leaf paper from a spiral-bound notebook, I handed it to him only to watch him tear it into squared sections, turning fragments this way and that to be torn further while I watched apathetic and dubious, wondering what in the world he was doing and why was I being asked to bear witness to it? When the sheet was at last reduced to what I imagined were dozens of small torn scraps, he began to unfold it…opening the once-shredded but magically-restored sheet while my mouth dropped stupidly, awestruck—me damn near bowled over—and by the time he finished and handed me the fold-worn proof of this miracle and said, Take nothing for granted, he was by then bored with it, walking away casually as if he’d already done for me all that he could.
By Michael Hanson
[Solomon, 27, has just received news that provokes reflections on his high school years (a decade gone), during which he met his best friend, Kurt.]
I’d never even spoken to the guy—he was a junior, after all, and I a lowly (scared shitless) freshman—when he appeared at my locker one afternoon and said, Hey man, you got a sheet of paper? Removing a single sheet of loose-leaf paper from a spiral-bound notebook, I handed it to him only to watch him tear it into squared sections, turning fragments this way and that to be torn further while I watched apathetic and dubious, wondering what in the world he was doing and why was I being asked to bear witness to it? When the sheet was at last reduced to what I imagined were dozens of small torn scraps, he began to unfold it…opening the once-shredded but magically-restored sheet while my mouth dropped stupidly, awestruck—me damn near bowled over—and by the time he finished and handed me the fold-worn proof of this miracle and said, Take nothing for granted, he was by then bored with it, walking away casually as if he’d already done for me all that he could.