the suicide

The Suicide.

He rose early, put his charcoal suit on, dark tie
and white shirt, a bland neat man; eat breakfast
at Daisy’s café, pancakes with strawberry jam,
served by a busy, wordless waiter He walked to
the town’s square it was full of farmers selling
their products and gypsies selling red plastic
bucket, toys and balloons. A mutiny of voices,
peoples’ commerce at its best, in the middle of
this throng he took up his 22 caliber pistol and
blew his brain out. Only a few people noticed
and those who did wasn’t quite sure what they
had seen, as the para-medics quickly came and
took the body away. The rest, at the market that
day, only read about his suicide next morning