Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Briefly, A Candle

Drifting through the day and the night he does his best to propel the monsters from his head. 'Space is the place' is the chant, but he knows not how to achieve such a feat of transport. He takes another sip of his brandy.

The candle burns out, and out he walks into the rain and all that lie ahead.
© 2009 Lee Greenfeld

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