THE MERCHANT

I came up with this idea a year ago and forgot all about it. It came back to me earlier this afternoon, and I had to write it down quick, before it left my mind once again. Good stuff here that will leave you thinking. Do enjoy.

THE MERCHANT

I don’t know if it’s like this for everyone, but you could always feel a cold draft and a stench of death in the air when standing in a hospital room, looking over a deceased loved one. I felt it that evening while listening to the local police explain what happened to my Mother earlier that day. She had been a victim of a hit-and-run that not only broke both legs, arms and cracked her skull, but also took her life. I used to think things like this could never happen to our family, until this day had come, now I’m not sure what to think anymore. You lose certain things when this type of tragedy hits home. I lost the only person in this world that ever loved me, and seen hope in me, even when I didn’t see it in myself. I lost my mother, and with her, I also lost my faith in God, the man who was supposed to been watching over his loyal ones. This day left me with nothing but options, leading me into a grey-colored room with three seats and dim lighting.

Standing by the room entrance was the Doctor whom I had been speaking with the entire evening, introducing to me a strange looking middle-aged man, dressed in a black suit and wool trencher to match. The Doctor left the two of us in the room together, for what reason, I was soon to find out. He sat in the chair across the room from me, took a minute to watch in silence before speaking softly my way.

“I am sorry for your loss, I know first hand that you could never expect things like this to happen, especially to good people we know and love.” he said in a sympathetic tone of voice. He seemed sincere and concerned. I couldn’t help but to vent to him, for I had no one else in the world to talk to.

“I could never love another like I did my mother.” I said while trying not to cry like a newborn baby. The hardest task that evening was swallowing and digesting the fact that I could never see my mother again after the night is over. The thought made me feel naked and helpless.

“I could never understand the mechanics and psychology of this God whom we put our love, trust and faith into. I gave up believing in him long ago, and began to accept another concept.” he further explained… “that life is indeed what we make it. We are the creators of everything you see before you, and with that being said, You, Mr. Dunton, should be informed of the options you have here tonight.”