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Click hereI slumped down on the bench seat that ran along the wall.
“Would you like to see someone…a counsellor…the chaplain?” The doctor asked.
I shook my head.
“Would you like to see him?”
I nodded and he led me through the interminable corridors of the hospital until finally we arrived in a room festooned with tubes, wires and oxygen bottles and all the other paraphernalia of resuscitation.
Father lay on a bed, the nurses still tidying away some of the equipment they had used. I looked down at him. He seemed diminished and there rose up before me memories of him at the height of his powers. Tall, handsome and strident; a man to command attention; and now, this...this shell of what once had been.
Guilt rose up within me. I had defied him, refused to take on the mantle he had prepared for me. I had enjoyed his money and betrayed him with his wife. He had died thinking he had a son who was not in fact his son.
During my training I had seen death many times but now its full impact was driven home to me. The wasted years…all that might have been…the broken relationship.
The tears came and a nurse took my arm and led me gently to a side room.
“I’ll get you a cup of tea or coffee she said.”
I sat staring out of the window. We were on the ninth floor and a panorama of our city was spread out before me. I could see tiny figures scurrying along, the traffic crawling along the crowded streets. I had the fleeting thought, “What is it all for?”
The nurse returned with my tea and said, “Your wife is here, Mr. Brook. She’s on her way up now I’ll meet her at the lift and bring her in here.”
I almost said I had no wife but stopped myself just in time. It was a natural mistake and one that must have been reinforced when she saw a lovely young woman stepping out of the lift.
Sari came to me and put her arms round me and together we wept.
We stayed silent for a long time holding on to each other, and then Sari, speaking very low said, “The bargain is fulfilled.”
- COMMENTS
LudvigBlomSEover 1 year agoAs always a very lovely story and a very short ending. If you applied the same care to the end of the story as the rest you would be the STAR of this show!!!!!
It feels a bit funny to leave a comment since you have finished your beeing with us but your lovely stories lingers on ;-)
Anonymousabout 9 years agoThis tale demonstrates how the best laid plans of mice and men can go astray. The father, dissappointed in his son for refusing to follow in his footsteps, decides to basically disinherit his son. He marries again with a contracted young woman with the object of producing another son who could be properly molded to be the heir he wants. As it turns out nothing works out for the old man. He gets his heir, but does not know that his first son is the father of the second. Although the story does not spell out what happens after the old man dies it is fun to speculate about it. His original son probably shacks up with or even marries his father's widow and together they raise their son while the world continues to think the kid is the old man's. The widow winds up with custody of her son and probably also with her dead husband's fortune/estate. Since she is together with the original son, he for practical purposes together with his son become the heir to everything his father tried to deny him. The old man went through grandiose plans and the contortions of a contract loveless marriage to punish his first son, but without realizing it was screwed out of everything by fate. What was meant to be, happened despite the old mans plans and actions.
Anonymousover 10 years agoreally enjoyed the way it unfolded especially the life that she had been subjected to...and despite the fact she cheated on her husband - his father - it seemed the right thing to do....at least the old man died thinking he had sired a son and heir...even if it was not his at least he felt happy about it and so they at last get to be together forever.....so powerful so loving...just beautiful....
