He walked along the lonely, abandoned road silently. With tears in his eyes, he searched the vast reaches of wasteland for a sign of hope, of life, but only found rubble and desolation. This was not the place he remembered; the place he had dreamed of coming back to. Once, it had been full of lush, fragrant greenery, and jovial sounds had filled the air. Yet he had to leave; there had been no choice. Bitter feelings of regret and sorrow rose in the back of his throat. They were gone. All of them. Everything, everyone, gone. So much can happen in such little time. Your whole world can shatter so easily, like a chisel to ice; that much he knew. He tenderly stepped over the piles of debris intermixed with lost memories and broken dreams. He found a fallen, brittle log, and slowly sank onto it, quietly reflecting on events of the past years, as the memories came flooding back.
Violent sobs racked his body, until he had nothing left to expel. He took one more moment, then struggled to regain his composure, slowly rising to his feet. There is nothing left to do but move on, he thought to himself. Suddenly, he heard a faint rustle coming from the direction of a pile of rubble on his left. Startled, he looked around for the quickest escape route, sure that anything left here would not be friendly.
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
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