flicknarth

Kyle was walking back from the store on one hot august day. The trees were changing color and the birds could be heard chirping. Kyle whistled to himself as he strolled along, seemingly blissfully happy. The plastic bag that he held at his side swayed slightly with each step. Kyle felt the smile go up his face, but a hint of sadness could be seen in his eyes. The bag nearly felt heavy to him with the knife he had purchased weighing it down, weighing his heart down. He was ready today. Kyle took another breath of the clean air. He could do it today. It will be quick, it won’t make a mess, he had promised himself that. Just a few cuts, a l