The taste of his sickness lingers in his mouth and he wants a drink but as he switches off the engine he sits perfectly still and holds the steering wheel with both hands. He wishes that he were about to set off on another journey, drifting once more past sleeping towns at dawn, on motorways in the soft cocoon of dusk, on mountain roads that traverse thick swathes of forest, and all where he’s unknown and no more visible than a grain of sand on the world’s shore. And what’s the greatest trick of them all, the very best bit of magic that he wants to learn, but to make someone disappear? He’ll go away; now is the time. He’ll go away, disappear, and let it all play out without him somewhere far away that’ll take him but not judge him. He’ll be an embarrassment to those still serving, part of their past that they want to shed like some mottled skin. And how would any of them ever know what they’d do until they’d stood where he had? Do they really think it’s possible to sit in civilised comfort and complacency and judge a man who’s facing a furnace, who every day feels the flames flicker against his face?
What do You think about The Truth Commissioner (2009)?
