Running, running, running, Thane finally collapsed. He collapsed in to a sweaty heap of confusion and denial. If only he was able to reach his wife before the letter had, she may still be alive. The sight of her was horrifying. He had been fantasizing about this night for the last three months, and this was not the way it was to end, or for that matter begin.
Thane’s heap began to loose conscious. A light rain began to fall. What seemed to be many hours later he awoke to a heavy hand on his back that quickly turned to a forced roll of his body.
“Are you OK?”
He looked up to see a hooded man with what appeared to be night vision goggles.
“Hey man are you OK?”
The man looked more absurd than threatening, and he still felt the need to explain his appearance.
“It’s OK, my kid gave me these. I live across the street. Do you need help?”
“No” was all Thane could get out. The man let go and walked away.
This man’s presence only confirmed the insanity of the night’s events.
How did this happen? It was all arranged, he was to get home to her before the letter and they were going to leave. They had places to go, lives to begin in new lands, with each other. Thane ran through everything in his head; if only he could have been more specific, if he could only tell her the truth. The truth was forbidden, it was all forbidden.