PLATONIC!

The autumn wind rippled through his hair, yellow and orange leaves falling to the cold and damp pavement as Bogdan sat at the gate at the school, holding his backpack as he waited with his teacher for his brother to come pick him up.

While he waited he chatted with his teacher, Mr. August Clover. Bogdan liked talking with him, he was a nice teacher who gave him and the rest of his class candy and did lots of fun activities while they did work.

The sound of wet tires interrupted Bogdan and Mr. Clover. A black 1951 Chrysler New Yorker pulled up to the sidewalk, a tall man with black hair and dark brown eyes exiting. He was dressed in a grey tunic, like an officer. Bogdan’s brother…