A Hyper text story.

All too soon..

I wiped off my tears. Although I was alone, I didn’t want to anybody to see a grown-up man crying - not in this neighbourhood.

There was a knock on the door. From a peep-hole I saw that the moving men had arrived. I invited them into my fading past. Moments later there was nothing left from it in my old flat.

Miles later I had packed my memories into boxes far back in my mind. I changed the station and started to listen to country music. After some miles more I took a new haircut, a very short one. My new life, it needed a new man. Somebody less complicated than the old me.