Close to the end of his life, he recorded those last evocative moments alone in the cave, stuck fast after the fall of a huge boulder. It interested me more than New Idea with missing pages or an old National Geographic. I realised how eloquent his father was within a few sentences, his desperation splashed across the words. The stars were twinkling on the night I left Bea and my two kids. I waited like a snake on a rock for the moment when the contract of marriage, in my mind, was overdue for breaking. I am aware of what folk would say about my abandonment. Shock and unfounded assumptions. Yet I never took a glance back, which was caused by my selfish form of justification, which had been tied up in some dark cave within my shadow. The boredom of it all drove me. It was uppermost and finally arose like Neptune, with my steps hurrying away for ever. I made my gallop then just like a hyena, skulking away, tail down and fleet of foot. Here I am now, watching the glittering stars and gazing at the huge boulder perched high above and waiting, slowly inching forward to its release and another home at the foot of the cave, with a silly human squashed under it.
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