By Rob Huckins

He was continually overwhelmed by how uncaring the cycle of life was, how seemingly aloof it was to the whole thing, the death and dying and babies being born and all that. Life didn’t care what anyone did. It was moving on whether we liked it or not. He took a long inhale on his cigarette and exhaled into the dusk air, its chill just introducing itself to the evening. He never smoked before now. Couldn’t imagine it, really, back when he thought life paid attention to what he did. Preserving his lungs didn’t seem so important…

Rob Huckins

Move, See, Share. Writer, artist, teacher.

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