Saturday, December 15, 2007

I Will Always Remember

by Geoffrey Boulding

The eighth of February. A normal day. I had biked home as usual, only to find a police cordon around my house. I tried to get through, but a burly officer stopped me.

"Stay there, kid."

"What… what's going on?"

He looked at me with pity.

And then I knew.

And I will always remember.

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