Unfinished story!

 #TSL Pandorathon 30

 He sat bolt upright in bed. It was midnight and someone was knocking at the door .

Short fiction ,500 words 

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He was engrossed in his book, reading in bed, when suddenly someone was knocking at the door, the clock displayed the witching hour , midnight.

He refused to get up, but the k o king became insistent, eventually grumbling he went downstairs to see what the hell was going on. He switched on the light porch, he saw a kid, a teenager, in corduroy jeans, parka and beanie looking at him.

“What do you want?”

“ don’t you recognise me?”

“ should I? What’s your name?”

The kid answer stupefied him 

“Are you playing some stupid game? That is my name! Get out of here!”

“Yes, we share the same name and I am not leaving “

“Don’t try to play the paternity card, my young lad, I never gave my sperm”

“Don’t be afraid of that, you can Rest In Peace I am not you son. Anyway I don’t think I would like you to be my father in the first place. You’re turned up to be such a misanthropic guy”.

“ Oh we are judging me now, wonderful! And how old would you be?”

“ twelve years old”

“Should you not be in bed by now?  School and whatnot tomorrow “

“ you don’t get it, do you?” 

“ no, and I don’t want to, get off with you, now”

“ I’m here, for my revenge, you see I am your younger self”

“What?”

“Yes, you remember the trashing your dad, my dad gave me before he threw me out of the house? The day when my/your childhood ended? That day or night more precisely I decided that one day in the future I’ll take revenge on him. That day has arrived, and here I am, let me in”.

The kid, his younger self pushed gently open the door and entered the house.

“ nice and cosy, isn’t it? I’m pleased for you, you know, close the door”

Still standing in his pyjamas he was still hearing the kids words.

Sixty years ago, he remembered his drunken father in a delirium tremens, throwing him in the streets. As today , it was a winter night, he had no money, no where to stay, he remembered the hunger, the constant fear and cold of being homeless,all by himself.

He closed the door turned to his younger self and asked

“What do you want?”

“ take revenge on the old bastard, that’s all”

“ revenge, you say, wouldn’t it be better to let bygones be bygones?”

“ easy for you, now isn’t it?”

“You disgust me, you’re ready to betray your younger self, to betray me! Have you no self respect? No pride?”

“ I haven’t forgotten, believe me! Those years that followed made me the man I am today” the kid snorted “ not that brilliant socially, are you?”

“In my case,  I can go to bed and sleep, mate. I haven’t forgotten nor  forgiven him, but you know what life is a bitch, and he is paying the price for senile dementia is no soft landing!”

“not enough! The kid kicked the wall. 

500 words

Lucette C. Bailliet