He was no longer the captain, it was announced. It was announced by the new captain, who pronounced his name incorrectly, just to twist the knife. The old captain was in middle distance, walking away down the path, feeling the effects of the cocktail of regret, rebuke, disappointment, despondency that the news had administered. He had lost his hope and what had he gained in the process? His children would know that he was no longer the captain. They would be among the first to know. His daughter would put her surprisingly strong arms around him to comfort him. Would that just make him feel weaker? When he heard the new captain mispronounce his name, he turned. His fury refluxed. He charged back up the path, murder in his eyes.
©2020 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas
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