This is a writing exercise that i had helped Mr Greene come up with one day. I would just like some feedback. Does it make sence ? Should i have ended it different?
He searches for his heart in the fog. It is hard because he can’t even see his own hand in front of his face. He puts his hand on his chest and feels the gaping hole where his heart should be. The blood drips down his hand. With his hand he makes a fist and sticks it into the hole. It fits perfectly, he pulls it out.
He wonders why he is even still alive without a heart. It was probably something to do with the fog, because when the fog came that’s when everything started to change for the strange. He hears screams in the far distance. The screams echoed in the fog, he decides to follow the screams in hopes to find his heart. But why would he need his heart anyway, if he is still living right now without it.
The truth is this man is not living, not anymore. During his life time he lived without using his heart. The fog was his eternal punishment after death. He is now doomed to wonder for the rest of eternity in the fog as he searches for his heart.
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