Waiting on a phoenix
Waiting on a phoenix Greg Crowhurst (permission to repost) Four fifteen in the morning and I'm thinking; what will it take for a phoenix to reach us here ? I hold Linda, my wife's, hand as Florencio Avalos emerges from the escape capsule ; his young son bursting into tears. Children have been denied to us, by ME. Linda, herself , has been trapped underground now since 1993. The two of us are buried deep . 2362 feet beneath the surface : that's a good an estimate as any. Our Doctor called yesterday and admitted that her life has not one of the ordinary pleasures that, well, make life even bearable. Food, drink, socializing, music, reading, cinema, theater, walking... joining me on my morning bike ride. Both of us have a classy Dawes Galaxy : serious bikes. One time, before she got ill for 17 years, Linda, head held high, flew off down a hill at such speed I coul...