Todd squeezed his eyes together and opened them again. It was still there. An oversized hourglass rested on his coffee table, sand slipping downward. Where had it come from? Maybe his wife, Lois, had bought it at a flea market and put it there to remind him he had somewhere to be. Maybe his son, Stephen, had turned it over before school as a joke for his old man.
Todd looked to the antique clock on the mantle for the time, but it wasn’t there. In its place stood three frames holding artifacts from Todd’s life: a picture of him and Lois by the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign from their honeymoon almost twenty years ago, a picture of Stephen and him at a Boy Scout Father-Son Dinner, and a Certificate of Honor from the U.S. Customs Office of Nogales, awarded to Todd three years ago for apprehending a man attempting to smuggle a kilo of meth in his accordion.[Read more…] about Point of Entry