Tag: sucicide
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FREIGHT

Unfamiliar landscape rolled by: flat, parched and empty. The old carriages groaned and squealed, rusted wheels clanking on worn rails. At least he hadn’t had to pay for the experience. Another jarring jolt made him grip tighter. Destination unknown, the freight train did not stop at any stations. It ploughed on unrelentingly. Behind him, his…
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GILT-EDGED

Glass roses, gilt-edged with gold, smashed and splintered. He sits among them, the broken shards of his life. She has gone now, the fire and the fury. She will return, he knows. She will do it again. Why does he put up with it? That abstract notion of love? Loyalty? Or shame? Shame that a…