The shadow of his pursuer overshadowed Balen and his soul without his knowing, the same impassive masquerade mask bearing down on him. Only now he could see the eyes that burned liked white coals within the darkness. He could have sworn the lips cracked into a faint smile, but his fright...
So I keep walking the cracked and broken asphalt of the streets on which I learned to drive, not one bearing a center stripe but every one familiar with my bare summer feet, as I circle back in toward the few neon lights of South Main. Surely if I walk all the way out to the ...