A Door to the Heart
By Thomas Grant Bruso
Josh Tully stands at the edge of Red Maple Lake, one of his favorite peaceful places to pause and adjust the grocery bags cutting into his wrists. He inhales and feels a winter cold settling deep in his chest. He wheezes and gazes out at the frozen landscape of late-December, dazzling in its soft, soothing stillness.
Suddenly, the placid moment is interrupted by the sound of an approaching vehicle speeding along Main Street. Josh whirls around as a Gordonville taxi zips by too close to the shoulder, its tires kicking up chips of snow and ice and slush into his face.
Frustrated, Josh wants to yell an obscenity at the driver. Instead he heaves a deep sigh, sucks in a breath of crisp winter air, and wipes the slush from his glasses. He tucks his s
