Here we go again! A new week. Less than 500 words. One story.
This week’s story is called realizations. We all have to realize what is important before it is too late.
Lets just face it… I am not invulnerable. I am not even hard to bruise.
The old man looked out over the silent crowd. He sighed.
Fuck it. I am not strong either. Even the the smallest of setbacks can put me out of balance. I think about all I have done wrong. All the time. I just never told anyone about it. I wish I had though.
He walked down The stars and walked up to his wife on the first row. He put his hand on her aged hand. She shivered, and as he sat down in front of her she cried.
I was never a good husband. He looked over his wife’s shoulder and met his daughter’s hesitant stare. I was never a good father either. If I only had dared to open myself, if I had dared to say what was tormenting my inner self, I believe I could have been happier. I believe I could have made your life better. Don’t you think so too?
The silence spoke a thousand heavy words. Every one a truth the man had been unwilling to realize. He sighed again, then he caressed his wife’s cheek.
I am sorry. I wish I could have been better. I wish I had this realization ages ago. Before it was to late.
He wiped his hand against his black trousers and corrected his suit.
This goes out to all of you, he said with a weak yet thundering voice. Don’t repeat my mistake. He walked back up the stairs. Become a better man today. You never know when it is too late.
He laid down in the chest. The priest who just watched him crawl up from it still frozen to the wood.
Become someone you would want to remember, The man whispered and closed his eyes one final time.