The Wind

His future is sand held in cupped hands.  Shapes form in it, dance across the surface, and vanish at the edges.  Everything’s playing out.

He sees success – books published, movies made, charities started, lessons taught, world changed.  He sees his friends, gathered together like family, smiles, the familiar touch, laughter.

And she is there, like she used to be, that brilliant smile.  She reaches for him in the sand, and everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine.

Then, the wind.  Her face vanishes, cut away.  He cannot catch her.  His future flows through his fingers, and is gone.

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