The Avenge



This was originally published at The Writer's Lounge for
‘The Snow Filled Lounge  Contest’

It was Thanksgiving! Winter had just crept in! Father Arthur was ensconced in a corner of the Church. The pearly ivory of the snow and the festivities of the season failed to bring delight or comfort to his heart. With time he had become passive and phlegmatic to the world around.   
Tonight, when the whole world gathered with their families to thank the Almighty, he was in The Lord’s abode, but secluded and forlorn. It had been 15 enduring years since he had prayed at the altar, not because he had lost faith, because nothing was left to plead for.
In a flicker, he envisioned his lifetime, his days of youth, his integration into the Church as an Apostle, his wedding to the beautiful Sandra, and the birth of their baby boy. Everyday at the altar, on his knees and with folded hands, he prayed for his family’s well-being and complacency.


Their lives had been immaculate, .... until an opulent and imperious brat, oblivious in his carousal had trampled his family under his screeching wheels and never looked back to say a word of remorse or shed a tear . It was 15 years ago, on Thanksgiving! Their lives were shattered. Sandra had succumbed to the loss of their child. Since that day he averted himself to The Lord’s service. He had always been a man of God, he sought no revenge for he believed in divine justice.
The door creaked, entered a middle-aged man, clad in black. His gait unsteady and hands trembling. He paced towards the Confession Chamber, on the other side of the veil was Father Arthur.
“Father, I seek forgiveness, for I have sinned, for I have sinned and never lamented. Several years ago, when I was callow and frivolous, I had obliterated a credulous life on this day, before this Church. I panicked, so I fled. Ever since, I have evaded the truth. Few months ago, my 8 year old son was diagnosed with B-type Lymphoma. I had abundant money but I was helpless. He left for his heavenly abode today. I discerned, it was the God’s will.”
“Amen” uttered Father Arthur and smiled. His unspoken prayers had been answered. Today, he had revoked his consecrated values and conceded to the grieving father within him. His apathetic eyes gleamed with gratification. Finally, he had something to be thankful for. Time had avenged his bereavement !!

Word Count: 399

11 Opinions:

Karthik said...

Beautiful, Annyesha.
Very touching. Though the story is simple, the way you've narrated it makes it for a marvellous read. And must admit your language is impeccable. It's always a pleasure to read your posts. I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog. Guess I should thank blog-a-ton for that.
Keep writing and let me keep reading.
Cheerios! :-)

Vijay said...

Hi Friend ur doing an excellent work.. Can we exchange links...

sonu said...

abey..everything's fine..but was it necessary for you to kill his son !! kiLLer x( ..
though your flow of thought is immaculate :)
kudos ;)

The West Wind said...

@Karthik: Thanks a lot. I am really glad you liked it. yes we do owe Blog-A-Ton for meeting so many talented bloggers and getting an opportunity to read their posts. Thanks again.. do visit again :)

@Vijay: Thanks

The West Wind said...

Sonu.. The death is the avenge isnt it.. how else could I have justified Time's revenge!! As for being a killer .. u know I am in real life and in fiction!! And yeah thanks :)

sonu said...

yeah.. i realize that.. i jus had to mention that..so i did .. Honesty is the best Insurance;)
nywys u r a kiLLer .. aorta eater !!!

NesQuarX said...

Clean and hard to fault... Good work, a bit oddly hitting at my sense of righteousness though... But then anything does that. I likes!

The West Wind said...

I m glad u liked it.. :)

Guria said...

Somehow this is not like your other insighful write-ups... I read it twice, once here and once on WL but did I miss something...
Writing is great as usual :) :)

P.S. I hope you didn't mind... just an observation on my part :P

The West Wind said...

Thanks and ofcourse I don't mind.. feedback is always good, especially from someone as talented as u!! Well I think I kept it a little low on insight ..

Aparna said...

very well written

you've a powerful use over language


very vividly described...nice plot too

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