It had been a gorgeous day with the sun flaming like a well-stocked campfire. The sky was crystal blue, and the air was warm but crisp. I felt the need to go out and play tennis against the wall down at memorial field. The day could not have been more perfect. When I dusk approached, I headed home through the empty park… I was at Mountain Avenue, and it was so quiet it hurt your …showed first 75 words of 780 total…

…showed last 75 words of 780 total…walked up the hill towards my humble home. As I hiked up towards my house, and turned to look back over my shoulder to see my fated death ground, and the walk no longer shined. The little white strips were faded white, and no longer glowing to illuminate the black endless road. The stage of my death had been set, but the show was over. I was alive and I felt like I could fly.