The sirens begin to scream, the sound sharp as lightning in the December air. Wincing, we look up in unison, as though belonging to one body. Though it is long past dusk, the park is thick with revelers on the brink of celebrating the holidays…
The sirens begin to scream, the sound sharp as lightning in the December air. Wincing, we look up in unison, as though belonging to one body. Though it is long past dusk, the park is thick with revelers on the brink of celebrating the holidays…