(Today’s snippet from Pied Piper of the Pier is inspired by the One-Minute Writer and the Daily Prompt.)

“I’m not one telling you how to spend your evenings, my boy,” Ivan began, “but I must protest your continuous, contagious obsession that-.”

“They’re missing,” Paul said. “Doesn’t that worry you?”

The older man swirled the contents in his wine glass before answering. “That’s what runaways do – they run. You can’t save them all and it kills me watching you push yourself to a limit without end. You are not their parent, their guardian, their keeper.”

Paul sighed, shoulders falling forward as he folded himself into the empty armchair across from his friend. “You sound like Leigh Myriam.”

Ivan laughed. “Only because she sounds like me. I just wish you’d listen to one of us if not both of us.”

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