There’s a nearly unbearable pain that rises deep within my gut.
Two hundred people flooded into Millennial Park for the quarterly Party ’til You Drop.
I remember running.
Now he was lost somewhere next door. Somewhere in “the memorial”.
My dream begins the way it always begins, with me scrambling up the rocky hill.
Another section inspected. Another section without breach or defect.
Can I go now I think I just heard the bell?