…folded it, and nudged it with her foot into the gutter.

It floated on a stream of dirty water before being swallowed up into the void beneath the streets.  It bumped among the refuse of humanity, becoming more soiled every second as it soaked in the filth around it.  As the weight of the water took hold, the paper unfolded itself until it spread out to its full glory as if reaching out for for one last moment before finally submerging into the murky depths of the sewers.

The ink began to run, fouling the message scrawled within.  A letter of apology and promises of making amends disappear in a smear of blue mixed with the brown and black of decay.  Too little, too late.  A clear answer to his pleas that he would never receive, lost forever in the darkness of mankind’s hidden shame.

Behind the Random: After working an 8 hour shift then helping a friend move for another 3 hours, I wasn’t in the mood to really write something big.  So I just let my fingers ramble on for a few minutes and see what they could come up with.  Honestly, I don’t think I could do better if I tried.