The tale of the Zombie Dust from Space would echo through the generations of Ridgeville, an enduring legacy of the town's indomitable spirit. And as the survivors rebuilt their lives, they carried within them the bonds forged in fire—the unbreakable bonds born out of a shared struggle, reminding them always of the power of hope and the triumph of light over darkness.

I am hardly ever able

to sort through my memories

and come away whole

or untroubled.

It is difficult

to sift through the stones,

the weighty moments and know

which is rare gem,

which raw coal,

which worthless shale or slate.

So, one by one,

I drag them across the page

and when one cuts into the white,

leaves a trail of blood,

no matter how narrow the stream,

then I know

I’ve found the real thing,

the diamond,

one of the priceless gems

my pain produced.

“There! There,” I say,

“is a memory worth kee