They found him in the bedroom
The fan was still on although the heat wave was long gone
The bed was tidy, the curtains drawn.
The paintings on the walls hung neatly, straight and aligned
Red appeared to be the theme, abstract art mainly, though a framed painting of a woman in a red dress hung next to the bed. It was signed LT.
Next to the body was a phone, a modern smart phone.
I was not locked.
The dismissal of the screen saver revealed one running app, Tumblr
Text was being entered; a story never finished
A final message to the world
Never spoken
Never heard
“Sir, should I post it?”
“Does the world want to know?”
“Probably…”
“Then go ahead…”
She pressed POST and the world
came to
an end.
