Page 103 of The Third Son

He’d known this day would inevitably come.

He didn’t fear death.

His only regret was leaving Maizie a widow, not that she would miss him very much. But then she always did love his brother better. Still, she’d be alone now. He hoped his ungrateful grandsons checked in on her from time to time.

Those boys were all she had left.

They marched him to the top of the three-headed mountain, water tumbling from the rock. Looking down into the craggy gorge, he refused to say its name.

He turned around, and spreading his arms wide, he stepped off the edge.

Look, baby, I’m flying.

And when he plummeted into the icy water, she was there to catch him.

The End

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