He peers out the window while finishing the letter to his wife and son, “Please forgive me. I only did it because I love you”. His tears, smudge the word” love”.
He folds the paper and puts it on the table beside the blood soaked knife.
He sits, waiting to be found.
Man! Hmmm... what tragedy overwhelmed him? or was it a perverse impulse? Or an irrational excuse?? Or just a clever self-conviction?
ReplyDeleteThe human mind has such depths that we cannot and will not comprehend. His motivation to do that.. you can never tell for sure.. just extend our interpretation... :)
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