The Lining Is Silver
This isn’t my story to tell, however, I’m the one entrusted to do its telling. I’ll ask you a few questions though: have you ever lost everything? Or felt close enough to it? Enough to do something? Anything?
I suppose I could start with the overly clichéd "Once upon a time in a land far, far away," but part of that would a lie, in fact, most of it would be. The time, it’s not so long ago, and as for it being far away, well depending on the part of the world you’re from, it could be your very own back yard I’m talking about.
I got a phone call the other day, or rather the night, wee hours of the morning to be exact—2:43 AM. I knew the name flashing on the small display screen, in fact the time wasn’t an oddity; it’s normal for this person to call me at that time. However, the only two words that were spoken were not considered normal for us.
“I’m tired.”
I knew what those words meant. I knew the implication behind them. Knew everything the person breathing in my ear wasn’t saying; I knew the admittance behind those two words—murder.
I suppose I could start with the overly clichéd "Once upon a time in a land far, far away," but part of that would a lie, in fact, most of it would be. The time, it’s not so long ago, and as for it being far away, well depending on the part of the world you’re from, it could be your very own back yard I’m talking about.
I got a phone call the other day, or rather the night, wee hours of the morning to be exact—2:43 AM. I knew the name flashing on the small display screen, in fact the time wasn’t an oddity; it’s normal for this person to call me at that time. However, the only two words that were spoken were not considered normal for us.
“I’m tired.”
I knew what those words meant. I knew the implication behind them. Knew everything the person breathing in my ear wasn’t saying; I knew the admittance behind those two words—murder.