There were a lot of reasons why it didn’t work out, but the most important one had to be the murders.
We sat alert on that hill as the sun came up, holding hands, silently crying, numbly feeling each other, waiting for the fire of Sodom to inevitably consume us and our children.
It seems as if time stood still, as if they held hands forever, those two corpses.
Death is but the final voyage in life, if voyages were permanent and one-way and extremely physically and emotionally painful.
“So long! So long!” she cried to the lonesome man standing on the platform, as the train pulled away, as she shot him.
The tree elves flitted from tree to tree, playfully laughing behind each one as their dewy hands touched the bark and set it ablaze.
Quiet and giggling was the brook as it whispered sweet nothings into the ears of would-be suicide victim Jeff.
“Shoot when you see the whites of their eyes!” the general shouted, guaranteeing his resounding loss against the notorious 54th Blind Orphan Regiment.
No matter how hard Jeff concentrated on question number three, he could not drown out the relentless tapping of his neighbor’s pencil or the screams of the drowning woman.
