Goodbye Old Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story.

Submitted: August 04, 2012

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Submitted: August 04, 2012



I walked along with my father until we came to the crest on the highway. Reaching the crest we both saw that there was a brightly lit toll plaza where the road widened at the bottom of the hill. Towards that way the sky was dark. The rain had just begun falling where we stood above. Turning to my father my heart sank as he looked so forlorn. We looked at each other in the eyes. His eyes were blue and wet; his face was old.

My father turned and walked towards the plaza. He had the walk of an old man. As he walked away the tears began to mix with the rain on my face. Although I was sad and had a pit in my stomach, I knew that this was how it was supposed to be. At once, I felt older and alone.

My wife saw me standing there. She came to me. We held each other and wept as we both stood in the rain. I had never felt closer to her than I did on that empty highway.

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