The Absolem of Alice
Nov 5 · 2 min read
It was too cold for November. The line was out to the parking lot. The frozen stiffs shuffled forward, hands shoved into pockets. A child cried. I sympathized. That was how I would feel behind the red curtain.
It felt like forever just to get to the entrance of the Veterans center. I spotted a few nearby, leaning across the railing, staring into the distance. They didn’t want to face reality. Neither did I, and I looked at the sea of lost souls stretched out behind me. I wondered if the weight had them under too, or did they no longer care? If I could flip that switch, I would.
