Sunday 14 April 2013

The Sub-Editor - The End


THE END

'Well, I gave it go; to stay home alone. But I just couldn't last the year.

'Last Friday, I travelled to Devon; say goodbye to somebody dear.

'And while I was there, the sun finally shone. The sea was a beautiful hue. The peebles were as I remembered them. The sky: revelationary blue. (The teacake was doughy, the latte luke-warm. The terrace non-smoking; I came to no harm.)


'The sight of the sea affected me. Its sound just filled me with nothing. No voices no memories no idiot-thoughts. The sound of the sea reduced me to nought.

'And, in that void, I realised something: significant and beyond words.'


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