Visit by Softness

I am what I will have been, affirmed Wilson. It was a confident affirmation.

Wilson was South and had rented a room by the beach.

That particular morning was usual: ant cereal, watching miniature ants crawl over the cereal.

Dragging his feet wishing someone was watching he walked into another day of blazing sunshine, about to lament the unkempt state of the gate when the absence of pain struck.

Life was back he rejoiced secretly and the gravel crunched under his knees as he sobbed uncontrollably – he was alive! Alive! In a different light he stepped back inside and closed the door.