DAY SHORT STORY:
He later would recall he felt like the gut shot cowboys in
old western movies. He didn’t want to live and he didn’t know how to die.
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Strangely, old westerns again popped into his recollection.
This time he was the ragged, bearded prospector that was more dead than alive
and barely able to crawl to a life-saving fresh spring of water. Barry Day felt
alive again. He was alive! He was alive! Hey world, I am alive!
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Barry felt as if each good night kiss was the stairway to a
timeless eternity and infinite space.
Barry’s luck seemed to be back.
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