Good Bye

When Richard held my hand I started seeing visions, it was like a story or a movie playing in front of me except I knew the characters in this story, it was my dad and this traitor Richard, it felt like I was there inside the story reliving everything that my father went through. I was there but I also wasn’t there, my dad couldn’t see me nor could Richard, I was just an invisible third person watching this story helpless, unable to do anything it was torture for me but I wanted to know what actually happened to my dad.

I saw dad and Richard they were standing in dark waiting for something, they had pitchforks with them and the horses were tied to fences, my father was looking at the his pocket watch, it looked like he was waiting for any exact moment and the wait was getting longer with every passing second when Richard disrupting the silence of the atmosphere which only had occasional sounds of cricket, “