mouth agape. 
The man responsible, walking. I follow.

Dead man, heavier than broken heart.

I was reading “The Big Sleep” by Raymond Chandler, to whom I must give full credit for the closing line of this story “Dead men are heavier than broken hearts”, which I modified to fit within the six-word chapter restriction. I love it so much. 

I decided I wanted to build a new story with noir-ish overtones on that line. 

Think rain. Shadows. Secrets. Betrayal. Murder.

Hey that’s another six word novel right there!