Jagged shards of lightning playfully dance across the horizon,
their shrieks of war struggling to keep up …
I hesitantly about-face and land my gaze upon his ethereal face.
What bliss he found.
What agony he lost.
Death had not arrived unannounced.
Instead, he had invited Him, as a lover woos to a picnic,
with a fresh baguette in one arm and a bottle of Cheval Blanc in the other.
No living will.
Only a scrupulously prepared timetable of dog feedings and walks, preaching uncompromising adherence to this scripture.
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