Old friends and enemies

That one look just killed him.

He was mostly in good moods these days. He was moderately successful in life. He had recovered from bad addiction. On the way back to normalcy, one look, cast unknowingly, without even realizing, wrecked him.

Alcohol, the old friend, took him willingly to nothingness

Clear skies and falling leaves

Sky was unusually clear these days. Leaves unusually green and still.

He arrived and painted the sky red. He swept the leaves off their branches.

He sat, satisfied and thought. Then he started crying.