Numb3rs

Dice

Chpt1

I watch in awe deciding not to speak ignoring the numerical variables that are running frantically through my seven year old head. As I feel the heat of the sun, the distant voice of my mother and father some distance away. As I feel my right finger twitch nervously my cry ringing out:

"Don"

The call coming to late as I hear the sound, the snap of a branch and then the earth shattering thud….

As my eyes now blink open years having past since that day to this. As I now in afterthought remember his recent brutal stabbing. My emotional feelings then and that it is nothing compared to this - as the hospital sound now reassures me he's still breathing….

That he only now is in coma shot at point blank range with no witnesses, no motive and the only certainty that it was someone he personally knew. As I raise my head a little trying not to think of the phone call the twenty four hours hence and with each passing second. His chances of making it diminish tenfold.

TO BE CONTINUED..