The snow arrived early and stuck to his eye-lashes with the cold bitterness of tears he was unable to produce. He had gained weight and stopped caring for himself, but still he only felt anger filling the void they had left in his chest.
how a beating heart
He passed the empty swings, and in the silent dark night he could still envision the summer days he had spent here, when their laughter filled his world like the fluttering wings of butterflies. This was before he had lost his job, before his fists had spoken of failures, before the police came.
clenched fists –
all what’s never said
He had lost their life even more than his own. But he still could save the son that had his father’s fists. He knocked the door, and the young girl opening had done her best to hide her bruises behind thick layers of make-up.
“Leave now” – he said, “I will save my son”.
your father’s sins
This week I’m hosting dVerse OLN. Pub opens at 3 PM EST. I combine this week with Ligo Haibun entry. I have chosen to go purely fiction from my own point of view. I cannot say how important I think tears are for human beings Please cry if it’s needed, the alternative is worse.
October 15, 2013