Only the terminally stupid and the criminally motivated come out at this hour. In this neighborhood people don’t venture out after dark. Oily black smoke twists and snakes around the clinic, suffocating and smothering. The squat brick building is fully engulfed in flames. But I have to try.Īs I round the corner, a wall of blistering heat strikes me bringing the sheen of sweat to my face. I ignore the painful burning in my lungs as they protest the assault of icy cold air flowing in and out with my labored breath. I run as hard as I can, my sneakers pounding over the pavement, my arms pumping in unison with my feet. Maybe this time the building will be empty. Your continued love and support has truly been a blessing.
And, for my mother who fostered my love of books from a young age. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.įor my father who gave me the courage to chase my dream.
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