As the sun set and the shadows fell he printed out his final letter. He shut down the computer one last time and quickly reread his last plea for understanding and acceptance. With a sad and determined resignation he loaded the gun he had bought last week, aimed, and fired extinguishing all the hurt and frustration he had experienced his whole life trying to live up to their ideal.
This is my entry for the Write Tribe Wednesday writing prompt:
"He was too late."