Every Other Day Occurrence
by Desmond King As I lay on the ground, I look at this delicate rose placed by a lamp post. My foggy, ragged breath blurs my vision. My eyes, My mind hover over the rose. Who placed it there? Was it a grieving mother? Childless. Taken. Only a white rose for remembrance. A flash on a screen. A name screamed aloud. What was she doing now? The sound of boots becomes clearer as the ringing in…