Thank you, Candace.
My last submission “The Perfect Wife” was turned down.
I fear that this one will also be rejected, so I have ‘auto-censored’ the torture part at the end of this short story. I leave it to the imaginations of my readers. Your feedback will be most welcomed.
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James Sanders, 29 years old, entered the bar and only wanted to have a couple of drinks after another exhausting day. There were a few empty tables. He sat down at one nearer to the door and glanced at his watch, it was 17.30. He would drive to his hotel afterwards, take a shower and dine at the Chinese restaurant across the street. Once back to his room, he would call his wife Nancy as he has been doing these past three days. He missed her a lot and leaving her alone in Buffalo for business trips has never been easy.
They met after college, dated and married three years ago. She was a financial planner and worked in the Buffalo branch of a Fortune 500 company dealing with insurance and investment. Both earned good money. They have their own house in the coolest neighborhood of the city. Nancy managed their finances and their nest egg has been growing above expectation. These last two months she has been constantly after him to think about a baby. James had a few projects and promised her that in a couple of months they would start a family.
Being a computer engineer, he was in Albany, NY, at a client warehouse to test a system he had designed and developed. “Thank God we are almost done.” He told himself. “Tomorrow afternoon I’m driving back home and we’ll fuck like rabbits.” He smiled and could feel a bulge in his pant. “When we start our family, I will have to travel less and delegate the tasks to others.”
A man suddenly stood in front of his table, taking him out of his thoughts. The man was around sixty-years-old, with short grey hair and well built. “May I?” He asked James, and without waiting for a response he sat opposite him. At the same time the waitress came to their table.
“Two rum and cokes with a slice of lemon in each please.” The man ordered. James sat there bewildered. He was going to order the same. It was his favorite drink.
“Oh, excuse me.” The man turned to James. “My name is Alexander and my friends call me Al.” He reached out to him. “A few calls me The Great, but I don’t like it.”
“What can I do for you, Mr. Alexander?” James asked.
“Please call me Al, like your father did.”
“You knew my father?” James almost jumped from his chair.
“Henry Sanders and I served together in the army.”
“He died when I was five.”
“I know, James.” Al smiled.
“He was killed in an ambush in the Middle East. I was too young at that time. I don’t recall him that much but my mom has kept all his pictures to remind me of him.”
The waitress came with their drinks.
“Like father, like son.” Al raised his glass after the waitress walked away. “Your dad also liked to drink rum and coke.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, he always had a bottle hidden somewhere. Till now I can’t figure out how he succeeded to conceal it from our higher grades.”
“We were told that he died as a hero.”
“He has always been a hero. It was late evening and while returning to our camp from a patrol tour, we were ambushed by the enemy. He sacrificed himself for us.” Al mopped his eyes. “In fact, he died in my arms.” Al continued. “Before he left this world, he made me promise to look after his family.” He gulped down his rum and beckoned the waitress. “Three months later I was shot and the bullet passed through my body, a few millimeters from my heart.” Al continued.
“You were lucky.”
“Yes, I was.”
The waitress came with two more rum and cokes.
“I was air lifted to Israel for my surgery. Afterwards I was discharged from the army and flew back to Alabama. I went through some therapy. When I was back on my feet, I searched for your mom and you. I found out that she moved closer to her parents in Maine. I flew to Bangor where I met your late grandparents. They told me that she met an English businessman and got married. He took both of you to London.” Al sipped his drink. “I was glad to hear that she found someone and moved on with her life.”
“After my stepfather passed away in a car accident, we returned to the States.” James said.
“I know, you were eighteen, just finished high school.” Al noted.
James looked at Al straight in the eyes, he was puzzled.
“I have a few things to tell you.” Al looked around. “Why don’t we walk to the park. It’s a better place to talk.”
Both men finished their drinks, Al threw some money on the table and they walked out. Washington Park was one block away. They sat near the Moses Memorial Fountain.
“When I returned home from Bangor,” Al looked in the distance, as if reliving these moments. “I started searching for work. Soon afterwards two guys came to see me, they were like the men in black. They were from a newly formed government organization. They were recruiting veterans with special aptitudes. They were building up a team with specific training to do things that others would refuse.”
“Dirty things?” James frowned.
“Exactly. Unfortunately, I can’t disclose anything further. I was sent on missions across the world. Whenever I was in England or continental Europe, I made it a must to go and check discreetly on you and your mum.”
“Your promise to my dad?”
“Yes, son. When I came to know that your step father was banging his young secretary...”
“What? He was cheating on mum?” James was shocked.
“Yes James, and your mum didn’t know. He was even planning to divorce her and kick both of you out without a penny.”
James looked down, shaking the head. “I always thought that he loved mum.”
“This was where I had to intervene. The day he was going to meet his attorney for the divorce, I made sure that he could not attend the appointment.”
‘You mean...” James had a horrible look on his face. “The accident was not an accident.”
“I told you, we do dirty jobs.” Al inhaled deeply. “Your mum did a great thing though, she sold everything including the business, took the money and returned here.”
“It’s hard to believe.”
“I know, son. You started college a couple of months after you arrived. Your mum then met a widower through an arranged meeting. His first wife died of cancer, no kids.”
“Did you check on him as well?”
“Of course, I did. He is a very good man and he loves your mother. I’m glad for her.”
“Me too.”
“Have you ever tried to search for the person who sent you pictures of your then girlfriend Sandra getting fucked by your so called two best friends?” Al asked with a smile.