Seventy-three

GEORGE

George was a typical little boy. He was happy and the world was a wondrous, innocent adventure.

Then shadows emerged and expanded. Fear grew within him, and his path became blurred and confused. He lashed out at the world as it devoured him, plunging him into darkness and confinement.

But young George reemerged, strong, happy and hopeful. He was reborn and rediscovered the path, only to have his dreams washed away in the gutter of a Minneapolis street.

As a police officer slowly drained away his life, his mind drifted back to the innocence of childhood. Riding his bike, he felt the wind in his face as darkness enveloped him.

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