A father considers the best course of action to take, in regards to his children. (please leave all your preconceptions at the door)
"A Compromise"
by Jack Phillips Lowe
He looked it over from the north. He looked it over from the south. Then, of course, the east and the west. He sighed heavily. From every viewpoint, it was the same. He didn’t know what to do. He just knew he had to do something.
Resting his chin on his folded hands, he looked to the stars for inspiration. Corny, for sure, but where else could someone in his position look? He thought back to the early years. Inspiration was easy to find then. When he first started, the whole thing seemed like a game, with countless options and unlimited possibilities. What was the old adage? "The confidence of ignorance"? Or was it "innocence"? No matter. The whole thing had changed, and not for the better. Now it was a job, a chore even, with nothing but lost opportunities and wasted potential. The whole thing, quite frankly, disgusted him.
Most of all, they disgusted him. He hated to pass the buck, but they were the troublemakers. He had given them everything, literally everything they had. And how they’d pissed it away! Hadn’t he been patient? Yes. Did he pester them? No. Did he give them a second chance? Yes, over and over again. Had he been a harsh taskmaster? Well. . .perhaps they had misunderstood him, interpreted his "tough love" as punishment. If he had been too exacting, it was only out of compassion. Did they think he’d just let them run wild without consequence? Surely they saw his reasoning. They would at least give him credit for caring.
Wrong. Compassion was one thing they did not inherit from him. When they weren’t torturing each other, they were torturing him. They condemned him for everything and credited him with nothing. He’d heard their constant criticism and open curses. That was bad enough. When they ignored him and deliberately defied him, well, that was the worst. Imagine giving someone you love all of yourself, only to earn their indifference. Yes, he’d admit it now. They often drove him to tears.
Everyone has their absolute limit, and his back was pressed against his. It was hard and cold, like the choice that sat clearly before him, the choice that would instantly solve his problem. Yet, he loved them too much to make it. They were, after all, his flesh and blood. He couldn’t do that to them. They had a right to their own lives. He told himself he still believed that. It took some convincing, but he did.
He leaned back to massage the tension from his neck. As he rubbed his aching muscles, it came to him. A compromise. It was as horrible as the choice, but a viable option nevertheless, and the only option he had. Something had to be done. Such screaming and wailing! He couldn’t stand it anymore. He was, in spite of his feelings, sick of them and all they entailed. So this would be his course of action. They’d be happier and so would he. Yes. Really. Yes.
He stood, backed up a few feet and looked at it all again. North, south, east and west. Quite a piece of work, altogether. He considered them, all of them, one last time. Would they miss him? Hardly. They’d be fine. And if they weren’t, it wouldn’t be his problem. They would be on their own.
He breathed deeply, stepped to his left and turned one-hundred and eighty degrees. The lights and sounds of their world faded behind him as he stared into the vacuum ahead. Space, wide and dark and completely open. A faint wind whistled past his ears. He swallowed hard, raised his hands above his head and opened his mouth to speak.
Sarah Thompson has ten days on Maui to find her lifetime after lifetime soulmate. She is certain he is waiting for her there on one of the last remaining land masses of Mu still above water.
'Coruscated Confabulations' is a collection of stories and experiences, most of which took place in prior decades. They are taken from or based upon real events, with a certain admixture of fictional embellishments.
