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Bourbon On The Rocks #245


I stood at the precipice staring down to the craggy surface below that Milton Dunn had made his final resting place. He lived his life on the edge; a tightrope walker without a net that now had lost his balance and wound up a soggy jigsaw puzzle with pieces disappearing into the Pacific Ocean along with his spilt life’s blood.

I was in shock. I’m not a crying man but I couldn’t hold back the tears. I felt as if I had failed Milton.

“Why, Diamond? Why?” was all I could get out.

Diamond leaned over and looked at Milton…

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    Christopher about 6 years ago

    If you'll recall, the first paragraph of this drabble was how this whole tale opened. I thought I should repeat it again since we were back to that point in the story.

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