Edward Benjamin Green, Big Eddie, my father, smiles up at me.Īnd then I’m running. His green eyes shine like fireworks across a dark sky. I need him to turn around, but I can’t find my voice.Īs if he can hear me, the man turns to look up to me. He’s staring down at the river as if looking at his reflection. His dark hair is cut short, almost shaved completely, like my own. In his chest must beat a great heart that pumps furiously to keep such a man alive. He’s a big man, bigger than any man I’ve ever seen. His massive back is to me, his face hidden. It is not-Ī man is crouched on the riverbank near a large cracked boulder. I don’t understand why I have to come here. I don’t understand why he’d take me to this place. All I hear are the sounds of a normal, sunny day in the middle of I turn around to tell Michael to take me from this place, but I’m alone. I follow it as it floats up and down until it lands on a green sign on the side of the road. I stand on a two-lane road, the asphalt cracked, the double yellow line down theĬenter faded and chipped. I hear the sounds of the birds in the trees, bright and sharp.Ī breeze ruffles my hair, like a caress, carrying with it the perfume of summer. I feel the sun on my face, warm and beautiful.
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