100 Yards

There’s one hundred yards between Joe and the end of the road where he runs out his life. A cold fall evening, he set out on his course with strength, he’d left behind in the road his son’s verdict of “unnecessary stress”. Pounding without sympathy, his heart broke away from the hinges with a pain he refused to acknowledge. But the grief climbed more, and he fought back, “No!” The divorce papers had arrived too soon, and the sheriff’s “hey, wait!” got lost in the wind… Joe ran to the end of his road, where both his hearts collapsed.