End

Not one,

Not even her,

Or his brother or his sister,

Not even his grandfather, mother or father.

Not even his co-worker, his friends out west or on other continents.

No one believed it would ever happen.

It was a cold day in New York.

Freezing to the bone.

Frigid.

Cool air collected in one corner of the room.

He had a headache.

Perfectly.

December 9th

A knock at the door

Found him dead on the floor.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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