Thursday, 16 April 2015

Silence. There's something wrong.
- "He’s gone, Reed."
I had to sit down.
- "What do you mean he’s gone?"
Silence. He's pondering the words he's about to say.
- "Dad's gone. They can’t find him anywhere. He just vanished."
Another long silence takes over us. Neither of us have ever been good communicators.
While I was lying in bed, thoughts of my childhood years came to my mind, like waves on the shore. Happy memories of baseball games with my father and brother, and family meals with my mum’s stew. As I fell asleep, all I could hear was the sound of two children laughing and the clock ticking by the bedside table.

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