Too Soon
The blade sliced through skin so easily. Fast and it was brief. Death was quick and his life was broken. The life Ricky was accustomed to, over. He laid there by the river for hours. No one found him until the next day. Sad. Maybe he could have been saved, maybe not.
Another history
written in the papers. Another story unsolved. Another family mourning, crying, and asking why.
In church, the Mass was beautiful. It was like you could feel the soul touch your hand. Out at the cemetery, when the casket was left for burial, when family and friends were gone, it was a lovely trip into the ground. A new beginning for Ricky. A closure and an opening to the underworld. Would he be a Prince or a King or some other unknown? It would be nice to give him something. Afterall, he was a hero. He went before us on that Autumn morning. Bravely. Never knew who murdered him. But you know, when we die, we all are murdered. Death is murder, a life taken from us, always too soon, by someone or something.
the end.
He was a strange man. Everyone in town knew this. With brooding dark eyes and nothing behind them, an average face, there was nothing really striking about him. Only one thing really stuck out, his long moustache. It seemed to go on forever. When you walked past him, you had to be careful not to step on it. No kidding. Parents had to tell their children not to stare. It was difficult to enforce this behavior when they too could not help it. Suddenly, people in the town noticed fewer stars in the sky. They grew concerned. One by one, stars were disappearing. How could this happen? The stars were needed. They go along with the moon like coffee goes with cream and sugar or bread with butter. One does not go without the other. It was rumored that the man with the moustache was taking them, grabbing them, and rolling them up in his moustache night after night snuffing them out. Did I mention that his name was Alfred? Well soon, Alfred took all the stars and only the moon was left. It was eerie. People in the town were depressed. The world was crying non-stop. People would ask, where are the stars? Did you see them? Alfred just listened but said nothing. One night, the moon disappeared, and the sky was in total darkness. Alfred was gone. He was their only light. Alfred was the king of the stars and he moved on.
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