I smelled the smoke about two blocks from 4th and South. I’d left home walking into a drizzle, clinging to the walls on the high side of the sidewalk. I broke at work the day before, completely fell apart, and my posture and my gait revealed how weak and small I felt.
Your writing and language drew me right into your story, George. Best piece of yours I have read.
Thanks, Damian. Your support keeps me going.