I followed the footprints in the sand, some large, some small, some barefoot where toes and heels had dug in, and others shod leaving knobbly imprints. They all led in …
I stared at the blank empty space with mounting disappointment. All that looked back at me from the concrete floor were a few greasy marks and oil drops, the only …
The faded scratched sign invited me onto a “bridge to the past.” What kind of past would I be stepping into and who’s past? Mine or someone else’s? Do I …