In one breath he thought "Cubans -- how I love these people..."
And in the next, Hemingway contemplated an act so very indiscreet.
Even with his Pulitzer and Nobel Prizes and a life so accomplished, he felt abandoned by almost everything and everyone around him.
Wanting a farewell drink, his nervous elbow knocked the last bottle of whiskey to the ground, shattering it into a beautiful jigsaw puzzle of glass.
Almost time, he stared at a lifetime of photographs, kissing the photos of his kids and wife.
He then turned to the Boss & Co. shotgun he bought at Abercrombie & Fitch and before he pulled the trigger, noticed what an elegant weapon it was.