Reunion

Today was the day he was waiting for. Today it all ended. Today he walked free.

The gate of the prison was opened and he walked out in the same clothes as he was dragged in so many years ago, a black suit and a blue shirt. He carried in his hand the one possession he cared about. His watch. It belonged to his father, the only one who had never judged him; the only one who never said anything nasty to him, probably the only one who really loved him.

Not like the wife or the children or the other family members or the so called friends.

People lose control sometimes. Sometimes it is necessary to let go. No one understand this.

That is exactly what he had done. He remembered the shocked look on his wife’s face when he told her. The horror was startling, almost as if she did not see it coming. The next thing he remembered was being in a police van with a large bruise on his head. Someone had hit him from behind. The kids were out. It was probably her.

Speaking of the kids, the children didn’t even bother to come to see his trial. They instead took their mother and fled the country, as if not considering the man that they up to a few days ago called ‘Dad’ worthy of even being treated as a human being.

Friends? They all left him before he could even ask for help, not that he would have of course. He was a perfectly reasonable person. He knew where help can be asked for and where not.

No one was there. No one stayed. No one fought. No one pleaded. No one cried when the hammer came down. “20 years!”

And now he would go back to his father. And return his watch. He had been nice enough to have lent it for so long.

He walked through the gates of his mansion, now nothing but a ramshackle, decrepit structure. He walked past the house, past the garage and into the yard. He picked up a shovel and pushed it into the ground. He was free now. It was time. Time to see his father again, after all those years, time to give him back his watch. He smiled. Today was the day he was waiting for.

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4 Responses to Reunion

  1. Gurdit says:

    Nice. I’ve already sent detailed comments to you, so be happy.

  2. Good stuff, mate… Could see the grave digging coming though. 😀

  3. Architha says:

    For a second, I almost thought it was going to be emotional. Then I remembered the author.
    Well written! Keep the black flag of morbidity flying high!

  4. snehadas says:

    nice.keep it coming.. I was almost afraid that academics bogged you down, but my fears have been put to rest 🙂

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