Suddenly panicked, he doesn’t see her the farther he penetrates the bamboo grove. He runs. On the other side are rows of parked cars. Another memory, of the Park Avenue and now he remembers the kick! He leans on his arms against his thighs until the pounding in his ears subsides.
“Are you okay?” she asks. Suddenly she’s standing next to him in the hot sun, not in the snow.
“I guess, I’m… remembering things.”
“Dui, this is the place. Here, in the parking lot, they grabbed Rick,” she points to the back of a monolithic building on the other side of the cars. “We chased them. It was snowing.”
A metallic taste in his throat gags.
“We can go. You look ill,” she continues, concerned.
Ron straightens, shrugs off the unpleasant sensations and smiles at her knitted brows. “Bu fengle, don’t worry. The Commander says to meet him at the coffee bar, you know where. Zouba.”
Walking along the avenue next to the canal, families with baby strollers and toddlers are out enjoying the day. Pretty girls twirl umbrellas resting on their shoulders. A humongous bush of double yellow roses tumbles over the wall and reflects in the still water below.Read More