Liam stared at the spinning wheel of death on his phone, the little "No Internet Connection" banner glowing like a tombstone. Outside the bus window, the Nevada desert blurred into a beige smear. His family was moving. Again. No signal. No data. Nothing.
But he could still feel the sun on his skin. He still knew his name. google no wifi game
He pressed Y. The phone vibrated. A soft, heavy clink came from the pocket of the seat in front of him. He reached down. His fingers touched cold, fluted metal. A real canteen, dented and caked with alkali dust, with the initials J.M. scratched into the side. Liam stared at the spinning wheel of death
Liam hesitated. A memory? He thought of his old room, the one he left behind. The blue walls. The window that faced the oak tree. He pictured it once. Nothing