NOTE: “The Story Of The Month” changes every month and might also have been featured in my collection DOWN INDEPENDENCE BOULEVARD published by MiddleRoad Publishers in 2017 and available on Amazon, or might be an Extract from my two novels RACING WITH THE RAIN and JUNTA.
Down Independence Boulevard: and other stories
by Ken Puddicombe
December -The Touch Of Peace
Jan – The Interview
Feb – The Underground
Mar -Welcome To Punta Canada
APR – Return Of The Prodigal [from Down Independence Boulevard and Other Stories]
RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL ©
It was all over.
Father Martin had come around, extended his sympathy to Carl and left for another function. The undertaker took off in his hearse, leaving a gravedigger to complete the job. People started to make their way out of the cemetery.
Soon, only Carl and Uncle Jules were left standing on opposite sides of Augusto’s grave. And there was someone else there too, standing next to Uncle Jules, someone whom Carl had not seen in over sixteen years. But, weren’t faces like scraps of information imbedded in the subconscious, stored away and not forgotten, recalled in an instant when a connection was made? It was John.
John was looking at their mother’s grave. What was he thinking? Was he reflecting over the many times Augusto had told him about his birth: One life moving on, a new one starting? Carl was just seven when their mother passed on, tired and exhausted from child bearing. Carl had done the calculation: eight children over sixteen years of marriage, averaging one every two years. Quite a feat for a small framed, delicate woman. A baby factory is how someone had described her. Four of the children had passed on: one died shortly after birth, two were stillborn, one—James, died in the 1964 Georgetown riots. Four were still alive but scattered to the four winds. And she, not surviving to hold her youngest in her arms or see him grow to the man he was today.