While Bella Lay Dying...

From the Story Arc: A Fine And Private Place

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(posted Monday, October 10, 2005)

The Bear climbed the worn wooden stairs to the third floor of the Kings Row tenement he called home. He opened the door and greeted Sparky, the Socialist fish, who, as usual, looked expectantly at the Bear until a pinchful of food was dropped into the tank.

The Bear grabbed a can of ravioli and a bottle of dew and limped over to his battered recliner. He sat down, exhausted. On top of his usual patrols, the Bear had been tormented by the trauma surrounding the sudden collapse of Comrade Bella, the Blue Lady

“Life is decidedly unfair,” thought the Bear, “that I, unpossesed by life and incapable of death, should continue to go on, while the Blue Lady lies dying. I have a million gallons of blood on my hands, yet I sit here while Bella slowly leaves.”

Maybe the Amerikanski philosopher was right.

Maybe it is better to burn out than fade away.

The Bear turned off his comm and sobbed.

Nobody heard.