angry words hang in the air forever
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Eventually something is said that breaks the jar and the intentions and reservations are all shattered. Then it is over.
No more is anything sacred, everything becomes relative which means not really special or important. First attempt at honest communications has occurred but angry words hang in the air forever.
The Rubicon has been crossed by another. Something dies as another horseman wades across an inconsequential stream leaving shattered illusions dashed in the current. Then it is over the rest of the way.
"free, free now, I am free from your spell, now that's it's all over, all I can do is wish you well"
lyrics attributed to BB King and others, " the thrill is gone"
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