A short story I've re-edited with Biblical connotations.
reluctantly shuffled to the local bus stop in trepidation of the protocol he
had recently endured. As his wayfaring thoughts wondered to a safer place, he
stumbled, which abruptly regained his realism, and as he faced the impending,
growing tarmac path, he instinctively threw forward his hands in defence, and
shrieked in pain as they scraped hard against this aggressive surface.
felt the blood on his palms before he inspected these sources of suffering,
subconsciously aware of his ambivalent, temporary respite from its rooted
cause! He inflated to scream in defiance at the world, only then to instantly
deflate with an understanding, comparative weakness. He sighed loudly, and did
not care who might hear this cry of desperation, as he wanted protection, but
found none of it in the humorous countenances passing by that mocked him. He
regained what little composure he had, and carefully recommenced his fateful
he neared the crowded bus stop, he consciously felt his body movement stiffen,
and every move he made felt robotic – and very oiled with perspiration
profuseness. His mind was racing as he uncomfortably wondered to the edge of
this abyss, that he knew would suck him right in to its scary depth. He looked
away in some vain hope he would not be seen, and found a little comfort from
the heavenly garden scenery before him.
flushed in humble recognition of his name being whispered from behind him, and
froze, willing the ground to swallow him up right there and then, with an
emphatic empathy to the suffering in life worthy of excellence!
first there were just a few cruel jibes by a few, then it amassed to the many;
he felt tears well up in his eyes for the injustice of it all, and then,
uncharacteristically, he was struck in the face with a cowardly blow from
behind with such a force that he keeled over with grateful imprisoning hands
hiding his shameful face.
bus came moments later, and all but himself boarded.He stood up as it left, and wondered in trial
as why none of the adults waiting at the stop had come to his aid, and judged
them accordingly to be guilty too.
skipped school for days after that and became a recluse, not trusting no one
but his loving Father, who since his mother’s untimely passing had devoted
himself wholeheartedly to his one and only Son.But regardless of this trust, he could not bring himself to depart from
all his woes, and kept them selflessly wrapped up within himself.
an evening in, cornered in his bedroom, he was surprised to see his door pushed
open by his circumstantial friend, who duly informed him that they were now one
and the same, alienated, and tarnished with the same brush of indignation to
religious respectability, and that he was now the victim in Samson’s absence at
the aggrieved, civil bus stop. He told Samson that they pulled on his long
hair, which fed their supposed dominant superiority. They reflectively cried
tears, and found no shame in their consoling manly hugs.
night before going to sleep, Samson remembered a parable his Father had advised
him to heed, and fell softly to sleep with this understanding embrace of
next morning, wearing his Christian armour and carrying the sword of peace,
Samson marched to the bus stop with his Father’s knowledgeable strength. He
quickly passed his friend, whose tresses were waving in the strength of the
wind, and threw himself to these lion peers with a loving and forgiving heart.