Tick. Tick. Tick
“So there it is. I’ve made my confession. It’s off my back. And now it’s on yours.”
Old man Pratt shut his mouth and sucked back some fresh O2.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The oxygen meter continued. It sounded every bit like a death clock, counting down to his very last moments on earth.
“I don’t care what you think about me, who I am or what I done. I said what I said for me ‘n’ me alone. You understand?”
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Is old man Pratt dying from an illness, or from an injury which someone has inflicted on him?
What is it that he felt he had to confess?
What is so bad about the confession that he feels that he has to place the burden on someone else, rather than let the secret die with him?
I can almost already imagine myself in that sick-room, listening to the monitors and machines beating out their endless rhythms to sustain life, although in this case, I am not too sure that the outcome is going to be all that good, for either the patient, or for the poor hapless soul who now carries the burden of the recently imparted confession … I’m hooked already.
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