Terry held his head in his hands as he sat on the steps leading up to the party.
Tears fell from his face onto his shoeless feet and instantly disappeared.
It had been two years now and nobody seemed to remember him anymore.
“I show them, they’ll miss me when I’m gone” he’d vainly cried.
The accident had proved that, his funeral was massive and all the girls cried.
Some even kept photos, for a while.
But now it was different story.
Beside his still grieving parents he never heard his name mentioned amongst his old crowd.
He was stuck, he hadn’t been offered Heaven , he hadn’t been offered Hell.
It was just him and his heavy head.
Terry stood up and put his head under his arm and walked back through the yard to Cemetery
He was wrong – popularity was fleeting.
Death was eternal and lonely
Pip Gerard 26 days ago
I love it!
I was feeling it all..
Just him and his heavy head – after I read that I thought… yeah… his head would be heavy with thoughts and pain…
and then pow!
he puts his head under the arm and walks through the cemetary
Cathie Tranent
26 days ago
Hey Pip. Welcome to life with the master storyteller!
Another sub 150 winner Nolan!
Lawford 23 days ago
Makes it easy to shit down his neck then.
Chanel2 21 days ago
Perhaps he’ll make a nice zombie friend…but that’s not the point.