My Burden

[Guest leebarr]

Hi everyone. I'm a new writer and want to post a short story I wrote so here it goes.

                            My Burden

                          by Lee Barrett

  I have to carry this burden alone because of words spoken in hast. My heart is dark. My soul is tainted. My legs are weak. Will I ever find peace? For this burden, I must carry alone.

  It's been almost four years now that I recieved the call imforming me that Ricky's mother has past. News was past along of the plans for the funeral. I could not bring up the woman's face but I had demons to bury.

  As I stood looking down at the body I still was unable to recall the face. Not knowing what to do next, I walked out in to the hall. Seeing nothing there I went for a drink. As i seat on a bench near the coke machine, I was able to talk to a few of the other grandchildren. Some had stoies not so different from my own. Twisting the can between my palms I thought that i was better then most of the family up there.

  After finishing with my drink I went outside. Standing with my back to the wall I smoked with a smug little smile. Then I saw Ricky coming across the parking lot. With a meaningful step I planted myself in his way. Looking the man in the face and only recalling meeting him three or four times before I said," I do not know you. I do not like you. I do not love you. I do not want or need you in my life." Before he had a chance to speak I turned on my heals and left.

  It has been almost three weeks since the call saying Ricky was dead. Too my understanding he died a slow painful death. I am left to wonder if my words played any part. Did my words drain him of any hope or resolve that things may be fixed. Did the man die thinking his own kids hated him. I did not hate or care for the man: I just did not want a chance to know him.

  During these past three weeks I have heard many stories and sides of stories from the Barrett family. Most if not all has been bullshit and lies. All they want is to pick over a dead man's things. I find no relief in thier actions for I'm left to ponder the last words I ever told my father, "I dont not love you. Stay out of my life.

  I have to carry this burden alone because of words spoken in hast. My heart is dark. My soul is tainted. My legs are weak. Will I ever find peace? For I must carry this burden alone.

[Guest leebarr]

Feel free to tell me your thoughts. IF you like it Great!!! If not tell me what it needs to be better.

[JenniferL]

You ought to join the Illuminators Org. They have a Guild for writers and I know they'd love to have you join them.