I'm walking Nicholas. Down the sidewalk ahead of me, stepping toward me, is a woman on her cell phone. She's talking as she goes by, and the snippet of conversation rings in my ear like a little bell that leaves an echo. The mystery of the story she's telling, and the mystery of a man, continues with me down the street after the woman is long gone.
"...parts of his life where he was healthy enough..."
Is consciousness perhaps
11 hours ago