Another short. This idea was lingering in mind for a while. There seems to be a connection between my writing and traveling on a plane. Again, this was written while I was on my way back from Chicago this weekend. I would let you guys read without any introduction to the characters this time.
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Exhausted and weary, he poured a good portion of bourbon in the glass and leaned back on the chair. Took a sip and loosened his tie.
"I might not need to wear this again!".
For the first time in his life, he felt truly relaxed. Sun was setting outside bringing golden rays through the window and spreading them across the room.
"Beautiful..why did I never
59 years, 24x7, all he did is work. Today, it was all over. Mark retired today.
Another sip. He glanced at photos on wall. Sons graduation, first job party. Daughters marriage, grandsons at thanksgiving dinner table. All looked happy and content. Michelle, his wife, smiling at him.
"Ohh, I miss you so much Michelle....".
Unknowingly, his fingers rolled over the ring in his hand and he felt her warm touch. Michelle left him 15 years before in an accident that Mark magically survived.
"You broke the promise. We were in it together. It was for both of us, why only you? I could not
Tears rolled down as he closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt empty, sad, aimless.
"I am useless now.
"When you feel sad, don't know what to do, look around. You will find answers. They are around you, waiting to be found....", Michelle used to say, and he used look around
"I don't see them
As he looked around again, he noticed something. Sun was falling on his old drawing book, pencils, brushes, dried out colors. It's been years he drew anything. A forgotten hobby. He locked his eyes on the board for few minutes, suddenly got up and cleaned the dust on the book. Flipped to new page and kept staring at it.
"A new page, a clean slate, just like me. No emptiness...but
Rejuvenated, wiping his tears, laughing loudly, he picked up a pencil and started drawing. Retired, but not so much tired
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