Epilogue
Please enjoy! I enjoyed writing it. Sorry that it's short!
Rain came down and splattered on the cold pavement. Each drop separating when it came in contact with the floor. The sky was a pitiful sight. There was no blue but only a sad, grumpy grey. The street was filled with the sound of water on bone, hooves on the pebble road and a general murmur of people passing each other. The buildings were a deep burnt brown. The clouds casting their shadows upon the buildings makings them look darker.
All around the streets there were rain stained posters. Horrible pictures of the Chinese flags. Radio reports could be heard from the street inside of people's house. China was victories, they cheated their way to victory, each different reporter putting their own spin on it. Evidence of the loss could be seen in the streets and on peoples faces. The roads had large cracks in them, unable to be fixed due to the lack of money. People seemed to have a permanent scowl on their face, even though the war ended six months ago. The streets were cold and dark.
A young man was walking down a street all alone. He was wearing a black trench coat and black pants. He had his hands deep in his pockets and his eyes set on the floor. He had fair hair that looked like it was untamed and uncared for. He didn't look at the people passing by but only the floor. He was walking past a shop with a big window with little gadgets on display when the man stopped. In a puddle on the ground bellow, the man had seen a reflection of one of the gadgets. On a cheep velvet looking pillow inside there was a pair of spectacles. They wouldn't have been significant to anyone else but to the man that stopped by the window, they were a horrible site.
Small round lenses, black and metal rings holding them in, chubby round cheeks, silvery cream shell. The man felt a horrible pain in his chest. His heart was having trouble working and his lungs had decided to deflate. He couldn't breathe, he felt like he was suffocating, he was suffocating in smoke. At this thought the man fell to his other knee, his hands were now clutching his throbbing head. Thoughts came into his head, no, they were memories, memories returned to his mind. Faces. He could see faces of little boys. They seemed so far away to him. He saw a birth mark, the shell, peaceful eyes, a hogs head, red hair, twins and a spear sharpened at two ends. The man now on both knees was panting, he was trying to breathe but failing. Black was now starting to blur his vision, it was like smoke. The mans chest was is terrible pain and his lungs at this point were screaming. People around him just continued walking whilst giving him odd stares and the occasion murmurs about drugs.
A small voice could be heard over the quiet mumbling. It was a little boy running down the street. He had a small red rain coat on that was buttoned up to his chin, he also had a matching little red hat on. On his feet were a pair of black gumboots that looked a few sizes to big for him. He was calling out for someone. As the boy got closer to the man he realised what to boy was saying.
"Father, father, where are you? Father!" As the boy approached the people scattered slowly, returning to their own life. Now that there were no people around the boy saw the man on the floor, he ran over to him and kneeled down.
"Father you forgot your medicine," he said to the man. The older man looked up at the little'un and smiled.
"You are a good boy, you are a good son Simon," the man stood up, shaky at first but now he had to be strong for his son. The man was on his feet now and gave a brief look back to the window. He had to keep the past in the past and forget, for the sake of his son. He took the boy's hand and walked back down the grey road.
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