Kind of Story
The man was hooked on seeing the rest of the fight, which had just transported from earth to heaven. He was a dedicated Spectator, as only a son can be. So he jumped up and down in a hole, died, and popped up to heaven to watch the end.
When I made the above pronouncement in court, I was asked who was guilty. I said this wasn’t about Guilt, it was about Loyalty, and what we’re willing to carry to completion. In another story, maybe he would’ve become a Farmer, or Watched Sunsets, but it wasn’t that kind of story.
Photo Credit: Paola Kizette Cimenti
Ah. I love this.