Title: Why
Author: Marohi

Date Published: 23-April

“Why” is perhaps a good word to describe his unsaid comment. But remained unsaid and would never be spoken. Things were seldom simple, as far as life went. Year after year, it only became more complex. A childish question of “why” would only bring more questions, rather than the simple answer he sought.

He gazed back to the hill. Row after row of gnarled stumps, standing like tombstones under the hot sun. Cool rain would never wash between the leaves again, nor fog curl like a lazy cat between the trunks, nor water glisten on ripening apples. No more diamond veil spider webs in the morning.

There were never simple answers, only complex questions that would go without answer.