All Great Things to Come

All Great Things to Come

The two men had been standing on the cliff for hours now. They talked about things they had done in the past, and what they might do now in the future.

“Man, sure been one hell of a ride, eh?” Said the taller of the two. He was the older, his head was now completely bald. He still had a rugged amount of facial hair, which gave him a gruff and serious look. The wind gently tugged at his coat, and rippled across his denim jeans, “But I suppose all great things must end some time or another, isn't that one of your philosophies?”

The younger man smiled and laughed, “Yeah, I think it is” He paused to let that sink in, then continued, “You sure you want to get out of this? I mean, once you're out, you can never go back, you know that right?” The older man nodded his head.

“Wow, well I suppose this is really it then” The younger man shook his head in disbelief. He was not as tall as the other man, but he was, muscularly, very well built. He had long light blue hair, that was tied back in a pony tail. He wore a black and white checked sport coat, that it rustled in the evening breeze.1

“So, what are you going back to? I mean, do you even have a home?” The older man looked over at the seemingly infinite drop-off in front of them, 2

“Now that I'm done here, and I have no more commitments, then I'll be able to start one, one that was better then mine” He took a took out a pack a cigarettes out of his coat pocket, light one, and took along drag.3

“What about you? Are you going back to any family or loved ones? You got a hot babe waiting for you?” The younger man laughed and shook his head, 4

“I've never really have any real family, The Fire Birds have been the closest thing, but I do have a girlfriend, or maybe just a good friend, waiting for me on the 'other side'”5

“Sad 'annit? The closest thing that you've had to a family is a gang of street kids, and I had one that was so dysfunctional, I would have been better off on the streets” The older man turned to face the younger.6

“Well, sometimes thats just how fate deals your cards, bedsides, you know what they say” Before the younger man could finish his sentence the older man said, “A man must live in the now, for if they live in the past, the only live the story that other men have written, but if he lives in the present he writes his own story” They both laughed.7

The older man sighed, “Well, I suppose it's time I head off,” He picked up the duffel bag that sat at his feet, walked to his car, got in, and drove off. The younger man picked up a similar duffel bag, got into his car, and also drove off. As he left he looked out the window at the sunset. It was the most beautiful sunset that he had ever seen. He took it as an omen, of good fortune, all great things to come.8