by Ron Barbagallo

Holding his head and the weight of the world in the palms of both hands, sad, sad Edward sat alone on a bus stop bench. Isolated in an urban metropolis, it was starting to dawn on him that within the wholeness of his life, the thing that made him effective at his job was also the thing that robbed Edward from being able to make any real friends. Suddenly, a shadow extended from behind him, casting its specter upon the glass and concrete. Unfazed, Edward’s head remained lowered in a downward position.