by Todd Sullivan


Said the man to the stairs that wound up a high hill to a cluster of homes. Echos of a future hedreamed existed behind brick walls overlooking a city of waking lights. Inhaling the humid air ofa lazy summer that overstayed its welcome, he listened to faint voices slipping through yawningwindows. The clang of silverware against porcelain dishes, the bark of dogs and the cries ofbabies, added to a familial symphony. Up dozens of steps and down dozens of steps, day afterday and week after week, exercising a weakened heart that he hoped to see him through anotheryear, another decade, into senior years as he made his way home.

A sign of middleage, discovered ailments withcomplicated names

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