Ending Man

Coco Greene '23

When I die, I want to die next to the lake. It can suck me in after I’m cold. I don’t think being swallowed by it would be too bad. I sat there, my back against my tree, it was sturdy and its dark brown trunk was painfully textured. It dug into my back, but it was a good reminder Pain is life and must come with joy. It must. The bank was made of damp brown sand and small rocks. Circles of dirt and moss peppered the bank where trees or bushes grew and the sky was a crisp pale blue. The lake wasn’t gentle, it was only soft in summer when the tourists and teenagers came. On a winter day, like today, the sun never really rose to its full zenith. It was small-town Normandie Two jagged mountains that resembled witch's talons from a kid’s Halloween movie framed the back. They were harsh and jagged peaks of a sickly gray color. They took on the hue of the sky most of the time. When I crumbling moun would fall right o thousand feet. It whenever I came

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