Silent Gunshot

His life was abruptly interrupted and thrown off to a very far away land by an inevitable piece of news from a very unlikely source. Even in a state of unpreparedness, there was a moment of articulate numbness.
It was over within a few seconds, much more casually than ever thought of. More like a sudden death by gunshot to your head. Painless.
They had been walking all the while, and now climbing through the familiar staircase, heading towards a dingy small room.
"Hello! ''
"A drink ? "
" Neat. "
It was quick goodbye there and they headed back towards the people who had in the first place dragged him out of his house, denying him the privilege of solitude. Another quick goodbye.
Slow. Subtle.

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The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old man.
How badly is it broken?
A million little pieces.
I am afraid I can't help you
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

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