A loud report, and the once life – filled body crumpled to the ground. No one seemed to notice that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. And it didn’t matter any way. He was just one more air breathing, food eating. Money grabbing automation.
Transition:
I walked across a memory, and fell into a forgotten place; it was a lapse in memory. I’ve hurt myself. As I climb to the edge of the cranial recall.
I can remember when not too long ago, at night, I used to dream. Close my eyes and visualize all the things I'd seen, all the things I want to be, and what the future brings. I'd dream of living happily, and all the good I&
And now, he couldn’t pray once more. The silence in his head was deafening. His body leaned forward, and his legs buckled at the knees as if the breeze had ushered him into a station to receive penance. He knelt, and he wept.
It all ends where it ends.
The bullet had struck the water about two yards in front of him and would have hit him in the upper back had he not bent to retrieve the reins just before the carbine’s report. Then, he heard multiple crackling gunshots. This time, he realized the shots were too far away