Then Josiah began to evaluate pity. Pity, that two sided creature with the tender, loving heart that abides in the moral. The fantastic entity residing in the depths of our souls, in a barred cage. Why does pity need a lock, and what chains can keep it down? He lingers in his cage, contemplating the events around him. Scratching at the bars anticipating constantly with his gracious heart outreached, remaining until the jail keep sets him free. Breathing prior to the creation of the universe, before there where minutes or people to count them. Josiah was likely to spot a track from his paws in his snowy trail very soon. He was also dejected and aghast. Ill-fated Lenny! He shouldn't have to face this by himself. He summoned Trisha to mention a donation, but Lenny declined. The money bearing well wishers assisted on the surface, but knew not the pain below. He'd survive once the surprising chaos of the situation had run its cruel course. He wasn't forever separated from them after all. Rather, that's what he thought. But Trisha told Josiah otherwise, and he was informed. Had he not been, in the following weeks he was destined to notice, for sorrow began to show upon Lenny's face. The perpetually subdued sadness had trickled uncontested out in a gradual, agonizing stream. Just puddled and lingered. Sorrow, that cold hearted serpent had suffocated his soul.
I related this to a tragic loss a friend of mine had just endured, the loss of his two children in a car crash. I used Hurston's style and structure to convey sometimes subtle and sometimes obvious emotion that was relevant to what I felt for my friend, pity. And also about the inevitable sorrow that comes along with it.
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