This is a short illustrated story I completed in 2003.

When Johnny was about eight years old, he discovered pushpins.

Brightly colored and sharp

Small enough to fit into a pocket

Or on a chair

Johnny never felt like he really had a home.

(His parents were divorced, about to be divorced, or should have been divorced. He didn’t know which)

Johnny took walks in the fields near his home, pushing his pins, searching (for what he did not know) Once in a while his parents would ask him, “Where have you been?” Johnny would always reply, “no wheres important.”

Johnny didn’t have any friends. The other boys just couldn’t understand the magic of pushing a pin. Which could, and in Johnny’s hands did go anywhere. Johnny spent his time wandering around pushing his pins. He began to think of it as marking his territory, or marking a spot he really liked.

This became his obsession

It was very important to him to have something of his own.

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