Red Right Hand

Red Right Hand

A Story by Lonely Islander
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What do you do when you have to kill the man who taught you everything?

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Red Right Hand


‘Is that you, Alejandro?’  The gravel voice asked from inside, as the sound of boots against the wooden floors became louder.

‘You are awfully late,’ his voice rumbled again in the empty room, echoing from the walls.

Alejandro made his way into the room, beads of perspiration tricking down the side of his face, his neck, and into his shirt that was already drenched. But he was no Eskimo to be bothered by the scorching sun that just loved to show off his power in a torturing way, just like the blind man sitting on the chair beside the table. He was a hot-blooded Mexican.

‘We got into a fight before I,’ Alejandro paused as he put the gun on the table and with a sigh, said, ‘finished him.’

‘Do I sense some guilt, boy,’ the old man, Antonio, chuckled from his seat, his eyes, somehow, following Alejandro as he made his way to the little wooden table with a few cutleries, and  a half-used packet of coffee.

Alejandro remained silent for a few moments, trying with all his might to suppress the waves of pain and guilt that crashed against his heart, before he slowly opened his mouth to whisper, ‘He was my master.’ He managed to choke out as he endeavored to get the image of his master, lying lifeless in a pool of blood, out of his mind.

Antonio breathed out a long breath, his nostrils flaring like they always did when he breathed. ‘He is not your master. I am.’

‘That’s why I killed him,’ Alejandro replied, as he slowly poured the hot water into the porcelain cup.

‘Is that coffee you are making? I thought we ran out of sugar,’ the man asked, his wrinkly scarred fingers now tracing the gun on the table.

‘That’s why I bought us some,’ Alejandro replied, ripping up the little white packet, to pour the refined white powder, which made a slow hiss as it slid into the cup. Loud clanks filled the room as he began to stir the mixture, making sure all of the powder dissolved.

‘I am actually quite surprised you call him your master. I’m the one that taught you how to hold a gun. I taught you the way to master the art of killing. I’m proud to say that you’ve grown up to be like me. And now since I can’t carry out my job, you’re doing it for me. You’re like my right hand,’ Antonio said in his calm, voice as he sipped through his coffee.

‘Is that all I am to you, Dad, your right hand?’ Alejandro gritted through his teeth as the tears which had hidden all those years slowly trickled down his face.

‘Alejandro…’ Antonio choked out as his lens shivered in his wide eyes, and the blood tricked down from his mouth.

‘You know what Dad, you taught me everything except one little moral.’ he brought his face closer to his father’s as he slowly whispered in his ears, ‘Never betray a blind man.’

Alejandro walked out of the room, his father’s blood in his hands as he heard a loud thud in the back, his old man collapsing on the floor after being poisoned by his son, or apparently, his right hand.

                                                  

© 2012 Lonely Islander


Author's Note

Lonely Islander
This is muy first writing that got published in a newspaper but i also had to know what you all think so let me know:).

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A very vivid tale. Would like to know more about all three characters.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lonely Islander

11 Years Ago

Thank you for the review...maybe i could do a sequel:-):-):-D.
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Pax
ahh... your an inspiring one my friend... congrats on the published work...
this is a bloody betrayal...
‘Never betray a blind man.’
love that line... short but with depth...
dark and well written!!
ps, i advice you to use bigger font for i forgot my glasses..hehe..
i can still see though...lol..

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lonely Islander

11 Years Ago

Alright friend, advice is taken...and thank you so much for the review:-):-):-D.
Pax

11 Years Ago

oh your most welcome...
This is an interesting story, I enjoyed it a lot. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lonely Islander

11 Years Ago

Thank you:-):-):-D.
I think your writing deserves to be published :) good job, that's what all of us are aspiring for, anyways, to be published. Your awesome!!!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lonely Islander

11 Years Ago

Lol thanks so much reaper...n u r the one who's awesome:-):-):-D.

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Added on November 16, 2012
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Tags: father, son, blood, mexico, deaf, blind

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