So I have no clue where this story came from, hence the name. I spend many of my days thinking of a short story to write, and trust me half of them shit on dry wall. I think I tend to try way too hard to capture what are just dreams in my head. Any who this is what I have written for the day, it was just a small blimp in my head. It was screaming to be told, to be written.

interesting. love the last line.

It seems to be he is not dying, his writing carreer is. He has closed a book in his life and starting another journey. Cool. Wish I had the bravery…….