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Night
G. L. Payne
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. . . night fall . . .
. . . Much later, he remembered it had been in the spring when the
world went mad for the final time. If he recalled correctly, it had been
around the holiday when the Americans honored their dead. It all may even
have begun on the very day when, each year, families indulged their curious
tradition of bringing inappropriately festive bouquets of bright flowers or
nostalgic wreaths festooned with colorful ribbons featuring bold pledges of
vigilant remembrance and eternal devotion to the gravesites of their lost loved
ones. He could no longer summon to mind the name of the holiday but he
remembered that often little flags of red, white and blue were placed alongside
of tombstones in acknowledgement of the national spirit of patriots gone by.
The ironic juxtaposition of the timing of events had escaped his
. . . sky fall . . .
Previously, Wayne Serranos size had always been a
blessing. In high school, when he was already a big-ass chunk of
boy quickly heading toward becoming a man, his size had
guaranteed him a spot every season as a nose-guard for the
Rowland High Rays. And every season except his freshman year
the Rays brought home from State the high school football
championship. Big Wayne had been the key. By his senior days,
he was six foot three inches and he still wouldnt top out for
another four inches, until he hit six foot seven his final semester
at Reilly College a few more years down the road. Factor in two
hundred and seventy three pounds of bone and hard muscle and
Wayne Serrano was, by any estimate, one solid man. Even so,
there was always some fool who wanted to test him.
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