Andrew had a smile on his face the day he resigned from the human race. The arguments had all been heard, the verdict had been reached. He turned his back upon his cage and leapt to his release. Spinning like a carousel, Andrew made no sound as he fell.
"It's hard to believe", said Andrew's friends, "we won't be seeing Andy again. He'd achieved so many goals that men keep striving for: big house, good job, expensive car, a wife whom he adored. He had it made as far as we could tell. We were his friends, we knew him well."
"I can't believe it's true.", said Andrew's wife, "I can't believe that Andrew took his life. I can't believe the man I loved won't be coming home. I can't believe the man I loved would leave me here alone, without one word of love or of farewell. He was my man, I knew him well."
"I don't believe it.", Andrew's father said, "I don't believe my little Andy's dead. Perhaps we never were what a father and son should be, but I always loved him and I thought that he loved me. Where did I go wrong? Where did I fail? He was my son, I knew him well."
And "I won't believe it.", Andrew's mother cried, "I won't believe that it was suicide. In the past few years I know perhaps he's strayed from the fold, but he would never put in jeopardy his own immortal soul. He must have lost his balance, slipped and fell. He was my son, I knew him too well."
But Andrew had a smile on his face as he tumbled through the fragile space that spans the known and the unknown, that bridges life and death. Time before he crossed the bridge for one final breath, time for one last defiant yell, but Andrew made no sound as he fell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
