When Heinrich did not die at the apex of his actuarial bell curve, he felt intense relief; blessed. He loved his world as he never had; he felt the breeze as he sat on his deck overlooking the mountains; he squeezed the hand of his spouse for one sublime second.
T.A. Young is an author and a poet who lives and writes in New York City. He likes nothing better than to be mistaken for one of his fictional characters. His books can be found HERE.
Credit: This story was first published in 50 Words Magazine in 2018.