written by David Anglin

Daily Creative Writing Practice - What Goes Around Comes Around [Short Story]

Daily Creative Writing Practice - What Goes Around Comes Around [Short Story]

My daily practice of bringing depth to simple sentences...

What Goes Around Comes Around


He sunk back deeper into the ripped leather of his black sofa. Every mark on it was it's own story; showcasing his own trials and tribulations of being dragged up through life, the hard knock way. His missing front tooth and the small scar located just under his right eye were further testimony to this.


They used to call him 3Knocks as in his younger days of being a wild youth he was known to knock out anybody within three punches of throwing his fists. Eighteen stone men, twenty stone men or even nine stone men, they all would meet the same fate. Though his tag name changed as he graduated from fists to long knives with serrated edges. His new-found discipline of knife play had him doing many spells in young offender institutes, than advancing to adult probation for multiple stabbings. So soon his tag name changed, 3knocks turned to Free Knocks.
At the time he used to revel in the glamour that his name bought. The street love that he thought he had back then only helped further his recklessness of passing through the same system which hundreds of years back was used as a perfect funnel for enslaving his ancestors. In his case it seemed like the indoctrination of slavery ran fiercely through his blood, as for a long spell of his life every summer without fail he'd be at the royal holiday camp at her majesty’s pleasure, working weekly back breaking shifts for a minimum of £3 something a week.
He let out a quiet Ha but it held no humour to it, if it was able to be analysed like under a microscope, the only thing they'd find was guilt. Guilt in its purest form, guilt that had been left to fester for the longest time under the worse or best conditions, dependant on how you considered it. He knew that he was the reason for the current continued cycle of a fucked-up system which seemed to affect only the most vulnerable. He also came to the realisation that he was the cause for the dilemma he now found his own 15 year old son in.


Whoever came up with the saying about the apple not falling far from the tree was a person with great insight, as sitting here in retrospect he could see all of the massive mistakes he'd made. Every time he'd been out chasing bad money instead of being at home to help change the nappies. Or the time he'd spent in the arms of another instead of reading bed-time stories and tucking his son in with a kiss. The months spent locked down in jail cells, thinking only of his freedom and how he'd make the change, as he knew his son visiting him in prison was no good.
Each one of these things leading to the very real situation his son now faced of being caught up in the whirlwind of a lifestyle that was so detrimental to the mind.
Unfortunately, the only person he could blame was himself. He took a sip of dark brandy chilled by a solitary cube of ice, but it did nothing to subside his fears.
The last conversation he'd had with his son Robert or Risky as he was now known on the roads had been explosive. He had been shouting at him to come home and to not be a part of the fuckeries that had consumed his own life. His son though was beyond hearing, telling him to mind his own business as he'd never been interested in his life before. He'd reacted in stupid anger, calling him an ungrateful child with little to no respect. He'd called him a follower with not enough heart to be on these streets. But it was one push too far, as Robert simply replied "the times I needed you, you were an absent father. Don't try being a dad now, it's too late I'm going country to make money and there's nothing you can do about it."
That was the last time he'd talked with his now missing son of two weeks. He sunk back deeper into the leather of the ripped chair, where each tear represented a point in time. Quiet tears flew from closed eyelids as he truly understood that what goes around comes around and the sins of a father soon become the sins of the child.


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