George

I have been impressed by how events occur in life. All this continuity and causality of interactions between humans and individual-made items. It can mark some kind of sequence and we can describe this sequence as faith, but to more studied viewer this is more random elements that take place just because they are there at that moment in time and space. These events well predicted but so convoluted that people who are amid these positions can’t follow or explain. I often called this a chance, but to this there is ever an explanation and reason. We mention that these scenes which are formed as tall skyscraper on the feeble fundament of lie or deception and tumble and fall on the slightest breeze. This is of course because of mortal nature of telling the truth. You can encounter these skyscrapers in every society nowadays. Nowadays everybody is trying to be somebody that they are not, because of their arrogance.

George was a kind, inexperienced lad who was born on may nineteen on six o’clock in the dawn. He, a morning guy, was handy to his mom because she as well was a dawn person not like Georges’ sisters’ Marry. She always remarked on this occasion while they were growing up. From a youthful age, George was brought up as a continuation of bloodline and was spoiled just because he was quiet and humble. George obeyed his mom, dad, grandmother, grandfather and was raised close to household and country traditions. He had little friends and didn’t go far from home because there he found all the entertainment he required.

He loved helping folk around the household. His dad, absent from home and attending at a job or other parties, had his dad look after their family. All was proper for George he was getting all the brain nourishment and physical activity that he called for around the home and less on the street. He was the golden boy that they desired, and he was playing the part.

All went jolly and dandy he had little work to do, he played all time and studying was easy. He didn’t care about studying that much, anyway. Nobody pressured him in doing so, unless it was his mother. She would lay off of as soon as the granny would remark that “the boy” was tired, and it was time for him to go play with his grandpa. The grandpa was a simple man he was a mechanic by carrier but when he retired, he learned to sculpt and worked as a sculptor. He taught George some things about sculpting. Times passed and George grew.

One day when he was staying with his grandparents, one morning his grandpa had a stroke and was taken to a hospital even though his grandmother refused to at first. Father came as quick as he could on that evening and talked to the hospital staff. Few days from that event the grandfather died. George didn’t care for him much he knew early in his life that one day everybody would pass away and only he would remain alone in this world, not old to die, but not young to start new relationships and friendships, but he still cried because his father and aunt were looking, he cried a lot but was not sad. Everything was new to him he never was in one house with a Deadman before. He met a lot of unfamiliar faces that he hadn’t seen before and would not see in the future again. The curious thing was that they rarely talked about his grandfather. They mostly talked about themselves, also the house and the car that he drove. They were more interested in alternative fuel systems rather than paying condolences to a dead relative or a friend. That day passed, they buried his grandfather and life went on. Of course, there were some slight indications of his grandfather not being around like when his grandmother used to cry loudly when she saw George’s father and calm down when he left and the toasts with red wine for his grandfather to rest in peace, but that didn’t carry on for long enough.

A year passed and since there was nobody to look after the country house of the family, his father appointed George to manage things around. Father would visit them time to time at night and leave in the morning and this visit would always carry the checkup nature in a few minutes when he would inspect what George had done around the how. Father would always be kind to mention these things and say that he ought to work a little longer on the house because it was his duty. George was young and had a lot of respect for his father. He thought it was his father’s way to make him learn about hard labor.

All his work around the house wasn’t staying unnoticed by the relatives even though his father would rarely compliment him. They always would remark that George was an exemplary young man and his father who would smile and feel pleasant heard all this. Neighbors and other people also mentioned this as they would come in contact with George or with other members of his family. This made him happy, and his father would occasionally pat him on his back. He even bought him a car because he could travel more frequently to this house and maintain it or run his errands more efficiently. Eventually George grew tired of this and as he grew tired, he hated this experience of constant checkups and maintaining, eventually he hated the house and would rarely visit it. His father who wanted him to live there with his mother and sister to serve the house and George’s grandmother did not like this, so father could have that fun which they denied him growing up and enjoy freedom. Family members other than grandmother did not really like this idea of his, but they couldn’t do much. Georges’ mother was a quiet lady who avoided conflicts or confrontations until she couldn’t hold the negative in herself anymore. This feature came out in George too. When the hate would come out, she would use anyone to make the victim miserable. She had done this kind of intrigues a lot and was good in them not only because she had read a lot but mostly because others didn’t read as much as six grader school kid. This stupidity of others made them not only easy target but a menace too. This would continue more openly when George was a kid, but as he grew, others tried not to get on his unpleasant side and the struggle got more and more silent. They tried to make George their ally, both opposing parties tried propaganda and critic, one more upfront and open, other longer term and sneaky, but George was yet to be overtaken. George knew what was going on and was choosing his words and behavior likewise.

One day, as he was thinking about all this stuff and how it would affect his entire life, he carried on to one of his father’s errands. An unfortunate event struck him, more suitable would be, of course, to say that he struck, because with ought his participation by car the woman who was crossing the road would have finished the task. As George realized what he has done, he ran out of the car in the middle of the road and was shocked to see what he has done. There was a woman lying on the concrete, her body deformed, the dress which might be ironed this morning tried on and loved because it made her look extraordinarily gorgeous this morning was ruined and dirty with dust, much and blood. Woman who has might have left the house on her two healthy feet was lying down not by her will but because her leg was broken, bone sticking out and hanging on her only by flesh. The arm with which she stroked her hair or might have been playing the piano last evening was flattened and deformed with peace of engagement ring piercing through the ring finger. The woman who might have left the house with joyful humming or even singing was laying there trying to form words as her lungs were filled with blood, but only could emit tormented grunts was staring shocked not knowing what happened in Georges’ eyes, who was looking at all of this and was going insane by the thought what he had done and what this exemplary person had become. He hadn’t noticed as police came did all the procedures. To him seconds were passing like years and he couldn’t take the image out of his head, he couldn’t think of anything else.

The trail was short; he deserved it all, and he admitted that, but even though he knew what he had done and he had acknowledged it, he was feeling some kind of protest inside or was its fear he didn’t know. This feeling was about going to prison. This made him uneasy. That was the reason he was present before the judge on the empty stomach. Judge was firm. Parents were absent. People were pleased. They took George to jail. Our protagonist was a prisoner. He was a convict. He was silent.

The air was icy and filled his lungs. One deep breath was enough to enjoy. He had to get home, and there was no time to lose. There was nobody to pick George up, so he carried on by foot. He turned back on the prisoner and was facing home. The golden boy was going to make the return. The walk was not far, and he was happy that he made the surprise. And surprise was a success. As he approached his home, it was already noon there were no human in sight as it was extra hot this day. George sneaked inside and made himself comfortable on a chair in the kitchen. Soon after his mother came in, she was surprised, shocked even. She offered him some tea, he agreed, and she sat down putting expensive biscuits, which they only offered guests on the table. George enjoyed these delicious treats rarely as he was a child and he didn’t lose his appetite for them. He thought as he was older the perk of having what treat he wanted opened for him. Soon he noticed that mother was uneasy looking at the door as she was waiting for something. As he looked at the clock, he realized what she was waiting for, or rather to say who. And who, being the father, didn’t make them wait. He came in the room but didn’t look shocked he wondered why he didn’t call, to which George explained he wanted to make this event a surprise. Father sat down and the family had a talk. When the talk was over George stood up and they followed, they were showing him out and as they were standing at the door and looking at George leaving; he turned around to have a last glance and noticed two pairs of curious eyes staring at him behind the father’s legs. He turned and continued walking. As he passed near gathered neighbors by the corner of the block, he said hello to no response.

The air was icy and filled his lung. One deep breath was enough. He smiled and dissolved into darkness.