She was overcome by the sheer multitude of dots swirling in an endless maze before her. “What Happened?” she wondered. “Is it just my eyes?” She blinked hard, reached forward and steadied herself to focus on a singular spot. She was determined NOT to loose this round of “Chicken Foot”.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. Is this true love or what?