Bumping along country asphalt, I noted a silver Honda streaking out from the boat launch under what I call "Sean's bridge". I guided my CRV onto the shoulder and got out to place flowers by Sean's cross at the abutment, where life had ended
on a moonless night.
I glanced down at the stream and saw a hand sticking up. A gentle water flow and
puffs of opposing breeze pushed the Hand to and fro. I punched 911 into my mobile.
While awaiting sirens, I placed one of Sean's flowers by the bridge's other victim.
on a moonless night.
I glanced down at the stream and saw a hand sticking up. A gentle water flow and
puffs of opposing breeze pushed the Hand to and fro. I punched 911 into my mobile.
While awaiting sirens, I placed one of Sean's flowers by the bridge's other victim.
