My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Monday, 28 November, 2011

The Park #Day28

He stopped walking at the sight of the Karan Park. His feet took him inside on their own. He found himself near the same bench, after about 5 years. He tried to walk away, filled with fury, but couldn't manage. He threw himself on the bench and wept. Wept like he did five years ago. Helpless and feeble.
The past started playing at the back of his mind, like a movie rolls.
This day, that year. He was here, with his five year old. To get fresh air and to spend some quality time with this son. The kid wanted to climb the tree but he was too afraid to let him. 
He child threw tantrums and he ignored. He picked the kid up and started moving towards the house When his phone rang. It was his boss calling. 
He let his son down on the ground and answered the call, only to turn around to the child's loud scream, finding him bleeding. He had fell off the tree and hurt his head on the bench.
Before he could run to pick his child, the kid had lost his pulse.

Work before everything theory killed his son.

6 Wisecracks (Comment here):

Zeba said...

Oh my. This is beautiful.

Anonymous said...

:( no words to describe. heartfelt .

♫♪♥PhilO♥♪♫ said...

How sad..
You have written it beautifully!

Aurindam Mukherjee said...

Short and awesome! :)

Richa said...

@ Zeba, thank you!

@ meethi mirchi, :)

@ Philo, :)

@ Aurindam, thanks :)

Nimue said...

Regrets and guilt ! tough things to fight ...