smallhobbit

brumeier

Somehow this felt different.  He didn’t know what had hit him, didn’t care.  He would be glad to go.  There’d be no-one to mourn him.  Some would miss him, but those he’d last loved had already gone: Jo taken by a viral infection in less than a week; then just months later Abe, who, after a full day, had gone to sleep and never woken.  Finally, his time had come.

They found his body later that day, partially covered in the freshly fallen snow.  He lay curled on his side, a faint smile on his face and completely at peace.