So close that I could reach it with my fingers, a blue dragonfly with velvety black wings hovered above the greenery, reluctant to settle. I turned to see what bothered the graceful insect.
Chris stood on the path...Shadows circled his troubled eyes. This morning, he wasn’t given time to shave, to have a cup of coffee. Looking at his pale, drawn face, I wondered if he had touched his lunch or dinner.
“A brave man,” I said. “Taking one for the team?”
“You can’t avoid us forever.”
SOUL OF THE UNBORN ON AMAZON