I remember him when we were just kids. Giggly, noisy, nearly manic, and already world-renowned. He practiced and practiced, eight hours a day, and his violin sang and cried for him.
He died alone at 35. Some people whispered that he’d climbed onto his kitchen counter and dived off headfirst.
Alex knew Michael.
I definitely love the concept but might have handled the ending different. “Head in sink” or …. dunno….poet/prosepoet/flashwriters choice! Cheers!
Thanks, Kenny. Unfortunately the story, including the macabre ending, is true.
God, was I impressed by how one can kill themselves, а kitchen counter being a flat surface in a kitchen, on top of low furniture, on which food can be prepared. Am I, a non-native English speaker, mistaken? Although, they say one may be drowned in a tea spoon.
I once researched a magazine article on suicide. I found that women tend to take quiet, gentle measures: taking pills, turning on the gas oven.
Men tend to choose violent methods: jumping in front of a train, walking into a lion’s cage, jumping from high places. (The story never did run.)