Stoic Decay

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It Does Not Follow

“That was heavenly,” she said. He did not respond. His eyes were vague.

He was remembering the past because the future was pleasant.

A bridge on a mountain pass. Alone. Yet not alone. Sudden fear.

Paralyzed. He thought he heard an odd sound. Just the wind in his ears?

A choice: investigate or forever after be a coward.

As the sun went down he found part of an arm and a pair of shoes.

A few sizes too small, he tossed the shoes over the side and ran.