The Stuff of Nightmares Part 7
He walked through the day unthinking, heart sore, mind in turmoil.
He had promised. He had promised to remember.
For the sake of the dead.
And he had remembered, but he hadn't honoured. In trying so hard to forget he had forgotten why he shouldn't.
He had thought that he was a man of his word. A man of principle.
He wasn't.
He hadn't spoken, so the part of him that had died in that place had never been reborn.
Perhaps it was too late.
So he walked through the day untouched by the morning light, followed by a shadow.
He walked through the day unthinking, heart sore, mind in turmoil.
He had promised. He had promised to remember.
For the sake of the dead.
And he had remembered, but he hadn't honoured. In trying so hard to forget he had forgotten why he shouldn't.
He had thought that he was a man of his word. A man of principle.
He wasn't.
He hadn't spoken, so the part of him that had died in that place had never been reborn.
Perhaps it was too late.
So he walked through the day untouched by the morning light, followed by a shadow.