Last Night at the Last Chance DinerChapter 24
A Dog Story... Brian was quietly minding his own business when it began. The diner pulsed with activity just before ... it happened. Then everything changed and the pulse, if that’s what you would call it, came from across the street. That old man who stood on the wooden box seemed to shake himself, like you would if you stood too still, for too long. He lifted his old raggedy arm and seemed to point to the sky for just a split second. Then everything happened at once. Almost before it...