Neville

The Confession 

The Confession ..

 

He was just another old man scratching around in the sand, so it seemed ..

Maybe looking for some kind of inspiration ..

 

But no-one told him how hard it would be to find it, by staring into

the bowl of your now famous turquoise umbrella like that, did they darling .. 

 

When out of the blue and while still peering down on her warm face and torn skirt ..

He swore he could make out a few faces and names from the past ..

 

Including those that continued to haunt him at night and on bloody anniversaries

of course, such as these .. and he knew then of course, they would simply go on

 

Until he set each one of them free again .. So it seems, that was the moment he knew

some kind of confession was long overdue and he decided to catch a cab to the police station ..