Ground Zero
By ML Condike
Sam kept glancing west as we moved along Greenwich Street toward Lohman’s clinic.
“What are you looking at?” I finally asked.
“Don’t you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
“The loss. Sadness.” Sam shuddered. “Over twenty-eight hundred people died over there. It’s like their spirits are closing in on me.”
I gazed toward Ground Zero, sensing the sadness.