Clinging On For Christmas… The End

As with most declines, it started with only the tiniest of momentum.  However, the inevitable and irreparable course was set. There was a creeping realisation that movement was happening; he was passing trees whose branches were tantalisingly too far out of reach to touch or grab.

Read After Burnout

images-119There was no clock and therefore there was no time. He had a memory of a steady knocking, but that was no more.

As with most declines, it started with only the tiniest of momentum.  However, the inevitable and irreparable course was set. There was a creeping realisation that movement was happening; he was passing trees whose branches were tantalisingly too far out of reach to touch or grab. He was aware of his brother behind him, appearing in the space which he had so recently vacated, and he was concerned at the growing speed with which he was travelling. Soon he would stop. He would be able to halt his decline. Before him yawned the darkness of the night and he feared for his outcome. The world was finite and he was about to meet it.

Before he could call out or scream, he was over the edge, about…

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