Fragments Chapter 2 Page 7

About where he had been before, Frank didn’t talk much. Hardly noticed, but there it was just fleeting in the corner of his eye. A sense of a distant pain, gone but not forgotten, if anyone ever brought it up. Few did and little was said.

He didn’t get up on ladders much unless he really had to. All in all he was happy with his lot in life.

And there we leave him to trundle along with a timeless gaze of understanding.