Mistaken Identity — Story Every Thursday
<p>Spotlights shine on flowing carved robes, a plumed helmet, a sharp spear, and somber features.</p>
<p>A statue of Athena stands on top of a tall, narrow column.</p>
<p>The groves of the park muffle the idling engines and occasional honking from street traffic.</p>
<p>It’s a cold night. The park has overgrown lawns, dry fountains, and caution tape around smaller statues that look forgotten. Litter blows against gates.</p>
<p>Tags jingle. Barking. A large dog, white with light brown spots bounds in great arcs over the grass.</p>
<p>Pins and needles in my right knee, where a black lab once took a little chomp.</p>
<p>Of course, I do like dogs, but my knee does tingle at times when one charges me out of nowhere.</p>
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