A Vicious Display
With a lifetime of commitment spread out in front of him, Stuart approached Arthur’s instruments without the slightest trepidation. “These are nothing but junk now,”
He grabbed them rashly while sneering. Stuart threw them onto the driveway with a twisted smile. A sharp reminder of his disdain, the clattering reverberated. Arthur saw the tools, which were reminders of his years of work, disperse like garbage.
A Vicious Display
End of an Era
Arthur inhaled deeply as he considered the gravity of the situation. He was aware that something lovely was coming to an end. But he kept his head up as though nothing had happened, hiding his actual feelings. His head was filled with memories of laughing and caring for plants. Arthur turned away, preventing Stuart from seeing the sadness that was beginning to seep into his eyes. It was the last part of a lengthy tale.
End Of An Era
