An excerpt from something I’m working on:
“Woodrow Moren. 1929-2000.” was a dramatic man. “Alas!” was all it said and it was the same phrase that woke his neighbors on an every other day basis and that I hardly heard when I saw him fall in the street that I hurried down my driveway to get to thinking “hurry get to him he needs help” while not shouting a word and kneeling down and realizing he was fading and his saddest eyes met my blue ones and I tried to cry but those eyes wouldn’t let me because of all the happiness they were feeling for once.
I suggested “Alas!” be put on the grave, and delivered the sentencing with a laugh and everyone gave their best sad chuckle while I knew I should have never followed suit.
He died on January 1st at 12:02 AM. A new millennium must have been too much to handle and his time must have been too beautiful to keep under control.
