“There was too much noise. Sirens from police cars and ambulances. Shouts from the crowd on the street eighteen floors below. Traffic from other streets and all of the noises of San Francisco. Mostly, though, there were the voices. Whispering to him. Reminding him of the dark things he had done - all of the little things he had forgotten, all of the big things he had tried to forget. Mostly they reminded him of his biggest secret, a betrayal of trust and friendship long ago. He squeezed his eyes shut as if that could somehow keep the voices away.” IfsLittlesLongDoneBigsEyeVoiceFriendshipDarkForgetSecretDarknessToo MuchStreetsCarPoliceForgottenCrowdsBetrayalNoiseHis EyesLittle ThingsLong AgoTrafficBig ThingsSan FranciscoEighteenWhisperingRemindingSirensAmbulanceDark ThingsBetrayal Of TrustTrust And FriendshipPolice Cars Author:Don Bassingthwaite
