It has been years.
The shadow sat with me on a park bench. Waiting for me to speak.
But i had no words to utter.
The spirit gazes at my naked feet. Dirty and wound3d.
My thick red blood poured onto the concrete beneath.
"I didn't know."
It said to me.
I didnt move. Staring into the dark sky above.
The ciggarette ash fell into the pile of blood that still leaked from my feet.
The shadow looks down and away from me again.
"At least they never caught you, friend."
"It wouldnt have made a difference if they did."
I finally speak as I threw my ciggarette to the ground and watched the embers begin to fade to black.
"Nontheless-"
I stood up slowly.
"Im ready to go now, friend."
I smiled to the spirit who quickly smiled back.
"Im glad."
It states.
"Lets go."
The shadow continued to smile at me and stood next to me... Together we walked away leaving the park bench.
Alone the final embers burn out in my red and black blood.
It was over.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
