Rock of Consolation

As usual, he set out after breakfast that day and was heading to his own rock. To the rock of consolation. The weather was cold. The ground was wet. He was able to reach the rock with great difficulty. He took his cushion out of the stash, climbed onto the rock and sat down in his usual spot. While his gaze was directed towards the east, his right hand reached into his jacket pocket to reach for the lighter and the wallet...

It was dark and the house and street lights were starting to shine. When his sons returned from work and learned that their father had not returned home yet, they became anxious and angry and said, "He is on that rock again!" They hurriedly set off.

When they arrived at the rock, they found their father sitting, leaning his back. It was as silent and motionless as a rock, as if it were a piece of rock. The cigarette he had not finished yet was extinguished; It just lay there between his dangling fingers.