For some odd reason my thoughts then drifted to one word, one memory, Marina. Was I alive? XXX I stood in my doorway looking and listening and there was no sound of people, just the birds. I wish for one more chance to see her, be with her and to tell her I was sorry. The individual glanced over their shoulder one last time, frozen in place. “What the fuck.” I yelled aloud to nobody. I needed to get out of my confined neighborhood to investigate how far spread this was. Then as I rounded the corner I saw several cars, doors wide open, one crashed into another. In the back of my mind a song was playing over and over again.
