Author's Note: This is a sequel to the previous chapter and is a continuation of the title 'THE GAME'. Stay tuned for more drama and other forms of entertainment in this chapter and the future ones.
Now back to the story.
I, Bob, suprisingly am free from prison. Haven't seen the outside world in seven years, you know. For a long time, I truly dreaded the dark fate of me being sentenced to death.
On the bright side of things, at least I am with my son, journeying on towards my abandoned home knowing that my dying wife was waiting for me. I looked out towards the outside world, observing the natural artistic details of the world from passing cars, white snowy carpets across the plains of the countryside. My heart was burning with passion and yearning for the lust for adventure and mystery.
Time passed as I truly appreciated the reunion between me and my son, Eddie.
'Father. It has been long since I have seen you. I truly appreciate your presence and I have a surprise in store for you at home.', Eddie started
'Thank you, my son. I hope the rest of the family is well and Mary took good care of you', I said
'Rest be assured, dad', Bob replied.
Meanwhile, in the prison. Life suddenly shifted after Bob departed that very evening.
When dinner time arrived, news of Bob's sudden and mysterious departure struck amongst the inmates who began debating amongst themselves.
'Where's Bob?', a female inmate asked with concern as she passed by to get her tray of servings.
'Who knows?', an emo youth with metallic braces on the wrists, unbuttoned prison shirt and a vest full of coffee blotches said, 'Only God knows what happened. Surely he has had his death sentence, you know'
'It cannot be so! Who told you that bunch of bull----!', a raging vegan teacher yelled, slamming her cutlery against the table.
The prison chef hurled a steak knife towards her table and bellowed, 'Shut up you twerp!'
Winston, Bob's closest prison buddy, stared down on the marble table studying the patterns of it with melancholy at the though of Bob's departure.
Whispers of gossip and conspiracy theories dispersed in the freezing wind amongst the inmates who were speaking of Bob's death.
Outside of the prison, a feline silouhette slunk across the barbed wired walls of the prison as the round paper-blank sphere gave its crystal clear luminance.
As for home, Bob's family was truly excited to see the return of the breadwinner of the home. The second coming of Bob himself after seven and a half years.
The house was well set. All the gunk, cobwebs and all other pigsty elements were disposed of in every corner and corridor. The dirty rooms were cleaned and all the broken furniture was mended to its best of quality. At the sitting room was where activity was at its prime.
A frail woman in pyjamas sat in her wheelchair with tubes inside her nostrils to support her life near the fireplace which burned with great brightness and energy to distribute its aura to the bones of those subject the tyranny of the ice.
A fair lady wearing a light blue dress and having crossed her legs reading a newspaper while taking a seat on the couch on the right side of her mother, scanning the ink pressed paper word for word, determined to gain news of the present. To her left stood a lanky form of a man who was wearing leather shoes, jeans and a checkered shirt, Bob's youngest child.
In the kitchen, Bob's pet lizard snoozed at the top of a worktop, anticipating the return of his beloved owner. Mind alert, eyes asleep, body upturned.
Three hours later.....
I, Bob, stood at the door of my house which I have not seen in years. Butterflies rose within my stomach at the thought of seeing my family.
The aroma of joy entered my nose. My heart skipped heart beats like lambs leaping in the meadows. My eyes dilated, absorbing the information.
'WELCOME HOME FATHER!', excited voices arose as I set my foot in my house which I have not seen for seven and a half years. Arms were ready to embrace me. My dearest children beaming with joy. Joy which I could not explain through the eyes of logic. Tears of joy were leaking out of my eyes. The memories and the moments of the old times I spent with each child of mine flashed in my mind which truly allowed a burst of pressurised gushes of the waters of joy and the nostalgia the moments held.
The clock struck ten and the bell rang tenfold at the grand city tower.
As for me, Bob's pet lizard, I leapt off the worktop, observing the drag force stream across my scaly proportion and began scurrying across the tiles and finally sprung up with all my strength behind my hind legs towards Bob who embraced me as his pet once more. My bond with him is surely diamond- unbreakable.
Family bonds revived. The dawn awoke once more after the icy winter void of a world for seven and a half years.
As for prison. Who knows? Could there be another conspiracy/manipulation of the lives of inmates? What is the prison warden plotting?
The Three Fates observe the times of the fleeing days with great concentration, debating on a string of a soul of a specific person.
Who knows?
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