But sadly, it was cancer that kept his shoulders down for the one-two-three.
My father loved you all. His final words were: "Do they still call my name, like that of some mystical warrior from a time gone by, or am I just lost in the Odyssey - in between the hidden chapters, long forgotten and disregarded like a grenade? I miss the feeling of adrenaline from the crowd - in the heat and the shine. I miss the storytelling, the sudden switch, the rush before the curtain, the hiss, the cheer. I miss not hiding behind a mask."
But sadly, it was cancer that kept his shoulders down for the one-two-three. 25/2/2023 04:28:54 pm
I have to admit, I had to look up "luchador," but when I did, this story really came to life.
Alex B
27/2/2023 02:04:26 pm
Jim thank you I truly appreciate your worlds and your honesty & I admire that you not only look it up but I admire the fact you told me wow
Mimi Grouse
25/2/2023 05:25:00 pm
What wonderful prose!
Alex B
27/2/2023 02:07:10 pm
Thanks Mimi for your would words
Jenny Logan
26/2/2023 03:29:48 pm
Great story, Alex.
Alex B
27/2/2023 02:08:42 pm
Thank you Jenny for your kind words Comments are closed.
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