Rome's ashes mix with those unwilling to fight back.


You're in the park.

To your right,

hundreds upon thousands of trees.

To your left,

hundreds upon thousands of people.

But there is one person,

a tattered,


poor man laying on a bench.

You walk up to him.

He waves you away,

but you won't go.

Why are you lying on that bench?

you ask.

Got nothing better to do,

 he says.

You try to pull him onto his feet,

but he struggles and wrenches free.

He doesn't want to live a happy life.

He just wants to be left alone,

on his bench,

to die.

But you won't have that.


you get him up.

You show him the beauty of the park.

You remind him of the glory of life.

You finally manage

to bring a smile to his face.

He spits it all out.

He tells you his story.

He confesses to all his sins.

He takes credit for all his triumphs.

He smiles.

He laughs.

He thanks you.

And he goes off into the day,



i think

7 curiosities:

Overmatter said...

It was destiny?

Not everyone can or wants to be saved, though, Schrodinger.

Schrödinger said...

But we simply must try.

Overmatter said...

Well now, I never said anything about not trying.

Just saying that, sad as it is, lost causes do exist.

Hakurei Ryuu said...

No they don't.

Elaine said...

I'm with Ryuu. Everyone can be saved.

Schrödinger said...

As long as we try.

Overmatter said...

...heh. Well, at the very least, you guys stick by it. Keep those attitudes, I guess. I may not agree, but I'll be hoping that you're right.

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