The Last Goodbye
Oswald gripped the photograph and let the memories come. Of a small boy with a crippling stutter; the gift of a battered ventriloquist's dummy. Buddy became his best and only friend. Even after all the success, Oswald left him just as he was; just as he loved him.
Now Buddy was dead in a hotel fire. Alone, helpless because of a woman. Red hair like blazing fire. Green eyes like the sea. Oswald had been bewitched and the cost was too high. He let the guilt and grief wash over him and stepped off the bridge rail into the void.
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