I had pretended peace, real peace with my enemy, imploring him to remember our old friendship:
“Let us hike, let us remember where we used to sneak off after school.” Or some such lie. It was good in his mind. We hiked away to a lonely place only we knew. Ah, how I remember, him standing on the precipice, proud as a god, watching the valley below. No hint of a storm then, though it has come, as I came, slowly, up behind him, ready to give him that little push. Strange not to remember the push, only the fall.
Tale Told 