the exit
By benafim
The nice and coldly correct people from the social department came to his cabin in the glen, told him that they had a place for him at the aged peoples home down the valley. He didn’t want to go: “It’s summer now I’ll be there in the fall.” “No, we might not have a place for you then, a week they gave him to pack his things. Smiled they did the patronising grin of do-gooders who think that those who don’t live nice middle class lives like them are deficient and need their help. At sunset he opened a bottle of red, took a handful of sleeping pills washed down with wine, poured paraffin on the kitchen floor followed by a lit match. Flames roared when he closed the door. Drowsy sat in his armchair fell asleep dreaming of a Viking chief’s funereal Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 07:55 AM PST 0 • 9
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