Epilogue Rich Boy

Spotlights shine down like mother’s sun. Father’s love follows in the form of drugs and liquor. Relive, rich man.

On stage, man raises his hand to the shrieking crowd, awed with humility at his fans’ adoration. Grasping the microphone, he thinks of father rolling in his grave.

He sips water from a bottle and shakes the rest over his head, a momentary reprieve from the lights’ insulating heat. Layers of clothing hide scars he openly speaks of yet never reveals. He laments mother’s death with his lyrics and thousands cry for his loss.

Father’s legacy follows him doggedly. Later, alone, man will consume that for which he distances himself from his own offspring. Let the child have his mother.

The boy within bows, and sings of the love engraved in his heart.


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Disclaimer: This series is an unauthorized, semi-fictional story, based in part on the author’s imagination.

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4 thoughts on “Epilogue Rich Boy

  1. A page turner for sure…you had me from the get-go….Well developed characterization! I could not stop reading your words! Honest, deep, sensitive …very real…brought tears to my being and terror to my heart. Such suffering. I think too many families suffer so much of this—I could feel it inside of me, remembering things of my life time.

    • Thank you so much, Johann, for your kind words. Relationships like this are, unfortunately, real. Sometimes they really do have happy endings. As you may have read in the comments, this is loosely based on a true story.
      Again, thank you. I’m glad it touched you, I hope eventually in a positive way. đŸ™‚

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