A Writing Lesson From a Dying Old Man

A bloodied and weary old man shows how not to write.

Photo by mari lezhava on Unsplash

Slowly, with ancient muscles straining, bones cracking like broken twigs; he raised his balding head and tired eyes, blue and bloodshot to meet the purity of the horizon, a cloudless, simple blue; then returned his gaze to the worn volume, of faded brown and gold leather, set heavy atop tattered gray cloth, on…