Matt bought the house on Archer Avenue in the winter of his thirty-fifth year. Over the next decade, he and his wife had three children and then they separated. They were never legally divorced.
Virtually all memory of the brilliance of Matt had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
Matt died tragically rescuing his family from the wreckage of a destroyed sinking battleship.
5 comments:
Maybe you need fewer hiking boots.
Just a thought.
Well, they kinda match. How were your socks?
WL
Very appropriate blog title. "Where is my mind?"
Actually Matt, you are brilliant for purchasing only grey hiking boots!
At least you got them on the correct feet.
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