the road was strangely quiet.
walter plodded on, impervious to despair.
this is not the end, he thought positively.
roberta would regret the way she had treated him.
as for tony, the less said the better.
as a young man, walter had been afraid of heights.
uncle frederick had advised him to take up sky diving.
in this pursuit, walter had first met roberta and tony.
at that time, roberta dyed her hair orange.
and tony often wore pink shirts with black ties.
it was all just a game to them.
they would never be satisfied until they had destroyed everything good and decent.
they led walter down the primrose path.
fortunately, walter had a friend in high places.
it was all a great scandal at the time.
howard harrison, walter’s lawyer, made a magnificent closing speech to the jury.
justice was served, or so it appeared at the time.
but you never know about the last word of the world.
let us remember those who have been forgotten, and those who never attracted notice in the first place.
now it was walter’s turn to be forgotten.
and except for muriel, he had been.
a cloud passed over the moon.
very soon the dawn would come up over the road.
but walter would keep on walking.
he had nowhere to go.
and muriel - where was she?
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