Unspoken
Anthony walked back to his home slowly. He was returning to his home from the service at the church. Today’s sermon had nothing new to offer, what he had not known for the last 69 years of his life. His knee was paining as ever, thanks to the arthritis now creeping in due to his old age. The walking stick was his most trusted friend now. Sometimes, he felt his walking stick was the only thing in the world he could trust with his life. A retired government employee, Anthony had lived a life what many people would have termed as a mellowed down version of a prophet’s. He was a quiet man; hardly spoke to his neighbors, always minding his own business and never interfering in the lives of others. His own friend often complained how little did they knew about him, for which he partly felt responsible. He had seen the matrix of life and had learnt how disillusioning it is. After reaching his home, he made his way to the cupboard and hung his coat on the hook. He reached his armchair ...