Walking the Dog – A Matter of Life and Death
by Derek Alger
Issue No. 168 ~ May, 2011
I can't imagine how they felt -- shock, paralysis, disbelief. It was an ordinary day, a Thursday, nothing special, and then, all changed in a second.
I can't imagine how they felt -- shock, paralysis, disbelief. It was an ordinary day, a Thursday, nothing special, and then, all changed in a second.
I picked myself up and wandered along the front of the lake down toward our cottage, my right hand raised to my tear-filled eyes, little knowing my father had shifted from filming the action between the Indian tribes, instead, concentrating on my solitary walk of defeat along the shoreline.
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