Prelude
It was late in the evening when I pulled up in front of the condominium. Lush tropical plants covered every corner and a massive oleander guarded the doorway. The porch light was on, which glittered through the leaves of the foliage, casting a flickering illumination on the path I was just about to tread. As the engine of my jeep rumbled to a stop, the sound of a different motor
Published on August 07, 2018 03:15