A Journey Through Hell
MIKE From the living room window I watched him tossing the football around with his brother. They were playing on the quiet residential street where we lived. Suddenly he broke off the game to pick up some pieces of paper lying in the ditch. As I watched, a pang of worry hit me. A day later I went out to the patio to hang a few bits of clothing on the six-armed line in the back yard. Two of its arms were broken. With sudden realization, the worry that had rested in my stomach raced to my brain.... Sign in to see full entry.