Wednesday, September 8, 2010

1088. GENDARME ALOIS COFFE

GENDARME ALOIS COFFE
One hundred fifty moments like this and I'm
sure I'll die before morning. The lake-stead
was running high. The rivulet running out to
the sea, I noticed, had turned dark green and
salty somehow with slag. Nothing to do but
go on. I lit a flashlight, looking into my hands
to see how bright it could be. In this darkness,
how the entire world seemed bleak. The only
hope was in the light I held.
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A man was once heard to say he 'couldn't go on.'
Shouldering too many burdens, those rigid bones
broke. It was the end of a cruel, unfair life.
'That's okay,' he opined, 'I only came here
for the time it would take.' Funniest
words I ever heard spoke.

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