CRACKED PAVEMENT

CRACKED PAVEMENT

An old man walked across the cracked pavement. His dull old eyes looked across the abandoned brush houses. They were empty. Nothing was there. Just memories of people and things long gone.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

The old man's cane went. It was the only sound that was made for miles. The serene silence created a claustrophobic cocoon that surrounded the man.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

The man walked up to the remnants of an old burned down house. Nothing was left from it. Just charred, blackened ground.

The man sighed, his form growing weary and exhausted. He was there when it happened. Back then he had friends, family, now - nothing. He was all alone. Sentenced to die with no one caring.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

The man walked on.

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Sunset came. The waves went. The man walked along the cracked pavement.

Crash!

A big wave fell onto the beach but the man paid it no mind.

The sky was overcast, the sunlight hit the clouds and shattered- shrouding all things in its way in a shade of sunset red.

Almost as red as blood.

The man continued on, passing by the empty straw houses, half-observing and half asleep. He came upon an intersection of the town, a building.

It was the building where he had been made a fool of, where the wolves had claimed their prey simply because of the preys lack of knowledge

Memories washed upon him as he found himself walking along the beach. Where he hurt one of the most valuable people in his life; but it was all gone now, no point in remembering.

They all left this earth but he stayed - sentenced to die alone like a wounded animal.

The man sighed. His face remained impassive.

.

The man walked until the sunset, reliving memories. Tears gathered in his eyes and dribbled down his cheeks. He didn't notice, walking on.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

The cane hit the ground.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

He came to the beach.

He looked at the sea, the waves, the moon and let out a long, sad howl. It sounded nightmarish in the silence; a depressing, mournful yell.

He dropped his cane and staggered across the beach to the sea. Once again, he released an even louder scream. That scream had so many emotions in it: sadness and joy, grief and triumph - most of all, it had acceptance in it. It was a yell that all animals of the forest knew and heard before. It was a dying animal's last breath.

The broken, old man smiled.

The old man walked into the sea.

A/n

Anyways, I just wanted to write something depressing for a change. Hope you like it! :)