The Locket in the End
A man sat upon a rock in the dying sun, looking longingly at a heart-shaped locket. His eyes were damp, his cheeks stained. The light of the fire, small and overshadowed by the rocks for their protection, barely illuminated the small picture contained within the locket. Hard to make out but for the man, it didn’t matter. Any light or no light, he could upon the locket’s inner sanctum and seek out in remembrance of the love of his life, his life, who had passed eight years ago, to the day. Eight years ago… a different world, a different life. A life where he had the love of his life. A life where he worked in the city, at a job that gave him the resources and the desire to have a child, to complete his life. And that dream came true.