A Fitting Conclusion

by solaris2001

He stared at the blank page, the uneven shades of white staring back at him quizzically, almost mockingly. He was at the end, and now he had writer’s block. Go figure. He knew expectations would be unreasonably high. They always are when it comes to endings. Readers want closure and meaning and answers that all wrap up neatly at the end, and now he had writer’s block. He looked out the window to the empty street below. His reflection in the window stared back at him quizzically, almost mockingly. There it is. He smiled and put pen to paper. “Goodbye.”

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