Saturday, January 06, 2007

Entry #16

Shady
By BB


For 52 years he had been going there every night. Every single night he would carry his lamp, sit in front of the wall and talk to his friend. He had met him when he was 16 and all these years they had shared practically everything.

He would discuss his lost love, failed marriage, great jobs, psycho bosses...everything...his friend would listen, comfort him and offer advice every now and then. They would argue at times but reached consensus in the end.

He was always at peace when they were together. No matter how hard the day would be, it was the nights he looked forward to, never caring for what others had to say. As he grew older the visits became longer. They would still meet in front of the wall, now dilapidated and he would still carry his old lamp. He even started spending the whole night there talking with his only friend who never left him.

One day, he was found dead in front of the same wall, his friend was nowhere in sight. But even though he lays buried in the graveyard, his shadow awaits for him every night at the wall.

11 comments:

Jim said...

I like the idea behind this. A lot. So many potential ideas...

Anonymous said...

Powerfully poignant in a memorable way.

Dafath said...

nice use of the wall
a place to live
a place to die

Anonymous said...

thanx a lot for ur comments..means a lot for me...
BB

Anonymous said...

thanx a lot for ur comments..means a lot to me..
BB

Jeff said...

I like the life long kinship portrayed in this piece.
Nice job!

S. W. Vaughn said...

The perfect friend! Great concept.

Anonymous said...

The hook here is good. We read all the way to the end to find out who his friend is, yet it's right there in the first sentence.

Anonymous said...

I agree with bryan - lovely how the story comes back to the start at the end.

Anonymous said...

Sad and wonderful, to find in yourself a friend.

jason evans said...

The little creepy twist at the end was nice and unexpected. High marks overall.