I never thought I’d be leaving the garden to go off and hunt for someone in the barren wasteland of the city we’d departed years ago.
They said he was seen heading East, toward the city, and I pictured him picking his way through the rubble of skyscrapers and dodging the sinkholes where bombs had landed in the streets or on top of buildings.
Then I wasn’t picturing it, I was there, stumbling over concrete and avoiding decades old ordinance, crossing no one’s path on the way to find him.
He left me for this nothingness, why should I bother?… Read the rest