It all happened so fast. Obsolescence deftly saturated Ernest’s life to the point that he had taken up lying on a blue and green plaid blanket in the middle of Watson Park on Sunday afternoon. And today felt like a Sunday. Ernest heard the distant echoing of dinging Church bells, offering harmonious valediction to their parishioners, and everything around him seemed to be quiet and slow. But that would soon change, and it made Ernest smile a toothy smile. He knew, that after church services ended, families would soon be luxuriating in the warmth of the early fall sun, idly chatting, or corralling children who exasperated their parents by mischievously shedding pent up energy in the park.
Ernest fluttered the plaid blanket up and down numerous
Ernest fluttered the plaid blanket up and down numerous