He stood on the bridge as a sea of people
ebbed and flowed in front of him. He knew the bridge well, it had been his walk
to work for over forty years until his retirement.
He stood and shouted ‘I want to be held, I
want to be cuddled.’
The people kept to their journeys
untroubled by his outburst.
‘I want to be held again, I want to be
cuddled.’
Emerging from the crowd a young and
beautiful woman made her way towards him. She reached out her arms and as she
held him the people and bridge faded away. He found peace.
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When the Police broke through the door they found him in bed cuddling a pillow. It didn’t take a moment to know he was dead.
As neighbours gathered outside one spoke
for them all. ‘Apparently his wife died a year ago. I imagine he was lonely. We
kept thinking about talking to him but he was old and you don’t want to pry do
you.’
