The Finishing Touches
“And It is done.” I put the last nail into my proverbial coffin and back away to review what has been done.
I can’t see outside.
“Perfect” I say with a grin. There is nothing in this world like doing what you have set your heart on doing.
“I am alone.” The grin is so wide my face hurts. “Alone.” I repeat to myself. Fine and dandy, without anyone else. “I don’t need them. I don’t need them.”