Grace Summer
Copyright© 2023 by Crimson Dragon
Epilogue
As I read the article in the bright sunlight, the name did not immediately register. Ezekiel Penn, killed in a prison riot.
Ezekiel Penn.
I sighed, unsurprised. Thought I’d heard that Bobby and Vincent had turned their lives around after Zeke had been incarcerated those many years ago. But Zeke?
I wouldn’t miss him.
Pushing myself up from the park bench, I strode down Simcoe Street somewhat aimlessly. I always had felt somewhat lost in the city, one amongst millions. Sometimes I missed the closeness of small town life, even if I wasn’t sorry to leave it.
A Presbyterian church stood at the corner of Simcoe and King and as I passed it, the sound of a choir drifted to the sidewalk above the noise and bustle of the surrounding city.
I hadn’t stepped foot in a church in years.
Slipping through the oversized oaken doors, I sat at the back.
The service was ending, nearly as I sat.
The choir sang Amazing Grace as the congregation filed out.
The music flooded back memories of a melancholy girl, singing as an angel on the shore of a distant river. It remains the most beautiful experience in my life. I lay back my head, lost to memories.