“I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?” Harry stared at his mother. “Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn’t die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him.” He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn’t blinked for minutes. “I couldn’t have gone on without telling you the truth.” His mother was relieved at his subtle acceptance of the truth. She blinked back tears and said, “Take care of Kelly; I’ll be gone a long time.” He nodded. “Do just as I said, okay?”
She pulled him closer. He put his head into her lap which she stroked lovingly. “Promise me, this will be our little secret. You won’t tell anyone, will you?” “No, I won’t,” Harry promised. “Good. Good. It’ll all be over soon,” she whispered. Harry fell asleep.
“It’ll all be over soon.” Harry was jerked to wakefulness. The words coming from the penitentiary attendant’s mouth didn’t feel normal. There was a certain relief when mother had said it. Her’s only sent a chill up his spine. “Had a pretty little nap, didn’t we?” She grinned wickedly. “Let’s get it over with and none of the ‘I swear I didn’t do it shit’. So, why did you kill your parents?”
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A terrific narration and a thrilling end built in a vivid manner that doesn’t leave the reader with time to empathize with the character. Superb Asha!
great thought Asha.
“Dad, here is my first grey hair for you”. 40 yr old son wrote to his father when he included his grey hai in the envelop.
Dad replied,” Thanks son, but this is NOT the first hair you gave me”.
Loved reading it
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