Tuesday, April 19, 2005

The Red Ball

He felt something hit the back of his heel. He turned to look and saw a red ball. That was when the incidents of that day appeared vividly in his mind once again. He recalled a red ball rolling down the gravel path, the leaves of autumn falling around it. And then it stopped rolling. A black leather shoe had stopped it. He turned his gaze from the red ball and to the figure standing before him.