The Poisonous Cure
Half Marathon, Day 3
Every time he closed his eyes, the same scene returned. He was standing over the body of his only son.
“Why won’t you leave me in peace?” he muttered, his body shaking as he opened them again.
He took the bottle and drank again, drank to try and forget that scene, to forget what happened, and to find peace. Yet the moment he closed his eyes, once more it returned. The bottle was empty.
He stumbled to the car, fumbled his keys twice as he tried to put them in the ignition, finally managing it on the third attempt. As he turned onto the highway, the world began to blur. The feet missed the brakes, but not the accelerator as he rushed toward his salvation… the store. He didn’t see the girl crossing the street till the last minute, veered suddenly and crashed into a signpost.
Looking behind, he thought he saw his son sitting there, his eyes fearful.
“If only I remembered,” he thought, seeing the sign as he slowly got out of the car.
“No more,” he promised himself, as the girl and others came rushing to check on him.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 18th July 2016)