Moment of Reckoning in a Coffee Shop

“The Eagle has landed,” the old man says, his voice moon gravel, his step as if lead is lining the shoes he drags on the floor. Slowly he inches away from the door,   and clutches his cane like substitute bone, slumps on a stool and opens his tome: “Twelve Steps”— the first just to… Continue reading Moment of Reckoning in a Coffee Shop