He died with a hard back and a soft belly, wanting a bit more out of life. A solid few remembered the way he once was, but for most he lived his life like a shooting star too far away to be seen.
Two women had loved him(more), a third never decided. The dreams of his youth occasionally resurfaced and haunted the edge of his awareness. Some men's destinies burn as fixed stars in the stormy night; his laughed and faded back into the shadow. (less)