The Time

As I walked down the darkening alley, i wondered am i really alone or is that hjust my fear fopllowing me. A few moments earlier I had left the scene of the most horendous act of brutality I had ever witnessed, not a blood bath, but a creative emergence of raw anger and a lasting impression. Wher had this outpouring arisen from? Why me and why now? I took one last step and turned at the entrance of a brown brick warehouse. Sweat had started to drip down my back, not from the heat, it was only 55 degress, but from ...