Friday, March 17, 2006

The impossible heap

An ancient blog post under Writing.
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The corner was the only place left for him. It was his doing. His ignorance built into a crushing snowball that was inching towards him, and the agony of his mistakes doubled for every second the axe had not come down. How could one problem become so many? At what time and under what circumstances do individual problems become a heap? And at what point could a series of mistakes build up to a life?

That's all there is, there isn't any more.
© Desi Quintans, 2002 – 2016.