A petulant night visitor returns.
For a long time, I had this idea that someday, on some undetermined future date, that I would run a marathon. It was the kind of empty promise I would often make to myself.
The three blocks to his apartment felt like more of a journey than they should have been. Even taking the shortcut through the alley, Antonio couldn't shake the feeling that some immortal god had rearranged reality to spite him. Had he taken a wrong turn? Had he blacked out? No! He wasn't some lightweight teenager anymore. But something wasn't right. He should have been on his street by now. Drunk or not, he knew his way around the neighborhood.
Rose finds herself a prisoner with no recollection of the recent past or how she got to where she is. Who put her there? Why is she being held captive?
From a young age, many of us are faced with a seemingly simple yet life-defining question: What do you want to be when you grow up?