The way his body slumped, crumpling where he stood. Head down and his eyes seemed to burn the ground. I knew the news he received, even though I couldn’t hear it, wasn’t good. Even 20 yards or so away I could feel the defeat in the air, gnawing and burning. Leaving a wish that somehow it could be unheard. I’m not even sure why I was so drawn to this scene, against a brisk Autumn backdrop. I certainly have plenty on my own mind.
Ron Lanham Writing 
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