The Little Old Lady

Now 20 minutes later he sat at the kitchen table. Elbows straddling his half - eaten breakfast plate as he stared out the kitchen window just above the sink. He'd drunk half a cup of coffee before the questions began surfacing in his mind again. They were the same questions that had been troubling him for months now. It was a beautiful day, but he didn't care, he just kept thinking. "Who am I?" Brad asked himself for perhaps the hundredth time, "and how did I get here?" His mind was flashin...