The First Breath
Hanford Park was unusually empty on this crisp fall morning. They left the car and Angus followed the old man to a little opening among some aspen trees, adjacent to a pond where ducks happily paddled about before they headed south for the winter.
“I am a small, elderly man, wouldn’t you say?”
Before Angus could answer, the old man continued, “And you’re a big strong guy. I want you to lift me up off the ground.”
Now what have I gotten into? worried Angus, checking around anxiously to see if there were any observers.
“Use your legs so you don’t hurt yourself and lift me up.”
Angus glanced at his watch. What possessed me to ...