He wondered exactly when his own dream left him to find a new nest!
Through the automatic glass-door entrance, he noticed the young boy on his speeding bicycle come to a screeching-halt, chain it to a post, run inside the store, while approaching him: “Sir, in which isle, are the new issues of Commander McKinnon’s war heroics?” Just then, a new episode of PTSD attacked him with flashing explosion, deafening boom-sound and imaginary thick smoke. In that past war, he stepped three times on roadside explosive devices, but survived to serve his country. Now disabled, he became a front-door greeter.
He wondered exactly when his own dream left him to find a new nest! Comments are closed.
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