The Son by: Amos Cassisdy
THE SON Amos Cassisdy James tried on his Halloween outfit for the fourth time. He stood before the full-length mirror in his parent’s room admiring himself. He flexed his fake biceps. Yep, he looked totally cool as superman! “Seriously? You’re gonna wear that?” Tim’s voice made him jump for more than one reason. Aside from the fact that his friend just snuck up on him, he knew that if his mum found him here she’d go ballistic. “What are you doing here?” James pulled him into the room and shut the door. “I said I would meet you later.” “Yeah, yeah, blah blah. You said it but I wasn’t sure you meant it so I decided to come check.” James frowned, his little five year old face scrunching in a very grown up expression. “Why? Do you think I’m lying?” It was Tim’s turn to blink in surprise. “No…I just…” He shrugged. James’ expression softened at the sadness on his friend’s face. Tim didn’t have many friends. In fact, James was pretty sure that James was Tim’s only f