And Once Upon a Time – part 17

I stood by the monitor, Zennie, my ‘beloved’ Zennie, measurable yards from me, yet I did not move.

She was a beautiful today as the day I last saw her. She had a boy with her, who had to be my son.

In any permutation of such a possibility; that is me being in the same city as Zennie, much less the same building, was incalculable. If asked, if told that this was possible, I would believe that I would have run from the monitor room to see her, to see the son I never knew I had.

Yet, I stand here, frozen.

I stand here thinking not of Zennie but of running from this room, from this building, from this city.

And I realise, I never loved her.

How fantastic it was to have divorced her before I knew… before I knew I didn’t love her. Left her before I knew she was pregnant, before I knew….

It was time for me to leave this city. To leave the gal I was currently shacked up with, and get onto my boat and go far far away and start living.

Me, Douglas Haversham, living.


What do you think?


Written by jaylar

Story MakerYears Of MembershipContent Author

Leave a Reply