R&R

On the 122nd day, on the 122nd story, staring down the words that depict the grotesque nature of this world, he rested.

He walked the streets of a town in the northwest corner of the northwest plains. What a life it has been.

The newspapers and articles drift across his mind’s eye. Sometimes he worries there's nothing left to be said.

So on the 122nd day, when he was supposed to write the 122nd story, he wrote this instead. He rested.