Okay, same dark garage and yet another cup of coffee, morning light moving in tiny patches of white snow, and what would I do if I wasn’t me?
Instead, I’m a 68 year-old, 6 foot-four black man with a wife and grown son living in a small coastal town in Louisiana, who sees the world in a rainbow of glorious colors and hears of a threat to his world?
What could he do–what are his options, how would he reconcile possible change and upheaval? What should he do? What would cross his mind? What wouldn’t because of his nature? And would he go beyond what he expects of himself; can he?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology