A Final Breath of Air
He had made the excuse to the
staff that he wanted a cigarette. After his father had died his mother had no
longer allowed smoking in the house. Now she was gone and only the family dynasty
was left. He could smoke wherever he wanted; after all it was his empire now.
The truth was, he just wanted five more minutes with his own company. Things
would never be the same when he walked back in there and the person, he was, who
he had become, would be lost and swallowed up in world that would take all of
him.
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Three Out of Four
They were waiting for him at
the end of the jetty. The boat had been in trouble when the storm had risen out
of nowhere. They had sent out a Mayday a few hours earlier. By the time the
rescue team had got to them only one had been found alive. The other three had
gone overboard and their bodies picked up. There had been four kids out there in
the bay and each of them had been sailing all their lives. Now three were gone,
but which three? And as he walked, he prayed that it wasn’t his son.
Lost and Found
It was the woman from the
society who had contacted him. Although if he was being honest, he had thought
about doing it when he was about eighteen years old. Not long after that he had
joined the army and it had all gone from his mind. So when he got the phone
call to say they’d found her and that she wanted to speak to him, he decided he
had nothing to lose and perhaps a mother to gain. One who had left him when she
was only sixteen, in an orphanage. He took a deep breath and knocked.
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