Today’s Word: Oeuvre
Hands shaking from cold and palsy, Rod held the crinkled pages over his small campfire, hesitated a moment, then dropped them into the flames. The fire sputtered a moment, as if, like the rest of the world, it would choke on the oeuvre of Rod's life. But then it began to catch up, lapping at the dirty pages like a dog at his dinner plate. Little stars rose from the fire, circling as they flew on the cold east wind, carrying with them the words of a man's lifetime. Rod waved at them, as tears streaked the grease and road grime on his cheeks.
"So much for stardom," he whispered, as the words left him, burning away to ash in the night sky.