Michael T Kampschneider
Noble’s apple
The lobby was just desolate. It was the third floor landing for the escalators at the courthouse.The lobby was just desolate. It was the third floor landing for the escalators at the courthouse. The area was flooded with the late morning July sun from the skylight above. With only the hum of the escalators to keep me company, the events looming on the afternoon’s clock were becoming more surreal than ever. For I knew that as the bells toll at one o’clock so too would something be done … a decision that will forever put into motion something that in my mind that can never be undone.Michael T Kampschneider1 min read