Would gravity or heat decide his fate?
Left foot, right foot. His hands full, no good for balance.
The easy part, the level part, ending. The joint is tempting, but slippery. He steps over, testing for the decline. Eyes must stay high. A sneeze threatens, drawn by smoke and ash.
The decline, steeper than he thought.
Gravity.
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Consider this a peace offering. I hadn’t expected the text. Cher (no relation) and I had been together for a decade, which meant that our fights had developed their own routine. The aggrieved party (usually Cher), would stew about their complaint for a few days, visibly, but not talk about it. This gave the offending party (usually me) a chance to reflect on what they might have done wrong, and, if lucky, apologize for the correct injury. If this weren’t successful, then the confrontation would happen, the aggrieved party and offending party would yell. Sometimes one or both of us would break items of little value.
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