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Gravedigger's Assistant (standard:drama, 937 words) | |||
Author: Jean Smith | Added: Oct 11 2010 | Views/Reads: 3337/2040 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Man buries his father and remininces about a secret about his father that may or may not be true. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Within the reminiscing of truth not forgotten A lover, a fool at times, yes, who still yearns To trace his words, words under no pretense Will give forth his mournful meaning Flavored with life's riches, bounty, a permeation like incense Words etched with caution, for he hopes for this to be his dreaming Fool cannot sustain his own life for The grievance of his promise broken too soon Through death a betrayal leaving fool forlorn Yet was witness to a lover whose own devotion waxed and waned like the elliptical moon A final glance, a grey yellow streak breaking up the heavy edges of the twilight sky, and the gravedigger departs. At 6:20 the next morning, Ralph is on the train to the city. He still remembers his boss's words, stinging him like a slap and making his eyes water. His boss called his father a murderer and a pauper. Ralph sighs deeply, gazing out the window, smudged with grime so he can barely make out the outlines of the trees lining the tracks, and the fine houses immersed in them, lawns small and well mowed. “Five twenty-five, please”. The conductor looks at Ralph, squinting and scratching his chin. Ralph gives him a ten and pockets the change, pushing his hand deep into his pocket, a little torn at the seams. By seven, Ralph is walking along the damp pavement towards the city public library. Inside, he searches South African papers for an article on the crime his father supposedly committed. There is very little, only a brief article in the metro/region section of a Johannesburg newspaper. The article depicts the death of a young woman and her little boy in a fire in February 1982. The small house was located on a farm Ralph's father, Gerald Hines, owned, and arson was suspected but never proven. Gerald Hines was never charged, but the locals knew his connection to the woman and child, and spoke about it publicly. It was believed Ralph's father had an affair with this woman, until she told him she was going to marry the father of her child. A crime of passion, his neighbors thought. By noon, Ralph is eating a tuna sandwich, lettuce and onion with mayonnaise, with a tall unsweetened ice tea to quench his thirst. He has to bury another this afternoon. Tweet
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