One person's scrap is another person's home. What looks like refuse to some is the thread others use to stitch into shelter, memory, and belonging. Stray Away is a story of a boy and the bonds that kept him tethered to a world that has little space for him.
Some stories are not entirely ours, but are told anyways. Not because we are mere tattlers, but because they echo something we have lived, something we remember in the quiet corners of ourselves. Back when the world went quiet, a friend once spoke of a bird. The moment passed, but the thought of the bird, and what it represented, never left. As you read, I hope you too find a glimmer of something forgotten, something familiar, something your own.
They say, time and tide wait for none — yet a clock does, and so can a person. What happens when both pause? This story invites you into a moment of stillness to reflect on our relationship with time, the weight of productivity, the illusion of motion, and the quiet spaces between apathy and meaning.