Chapter 3 LETTERS FROM THE DEAD CHAPTER THREE (3)

LETTERS FROM THE DEAD

EPISODE THREE (3)

"Eat son" Mr. Manson said smiling at Moses who sat opposite him on the dining table.

The dining table is fine wooden word carved into life by Mr. Manson himself, on the center was a nice flower vast and different plates scattered round. The dining tables hosted the five of them, Mr. Manson, his wife, his twin daughters and Moses.

Moses smiled back at his step father as he tried to take a spoonful of cereal into his mouth but ended up shattering it on the table.

"what's wrong with you boy" Mr. Manson shouted looking pissed at Moses as he watched him trying to clear the mess.

The young man was clearly passing through more than his small mind could actually bear, his hands shook and his body vibrated.

What he just saw was not something he has ever seen before, he was dead in shock and was trying to put his body under subjection

"What's going on with you lately man" Mr. Manson continued

"You seemed a little distant from us lately brother" That was Nelly one of the twins.

"I think it's his recent obsession with ghost stories that's getting into his head" Sally continued from where her twin sister ended.

"If anything is going on son please relate all with us we are more willing to help than you think" Mary added turning to Moses who sat quietly beside her.

His eyes were already watery with his face down the table.

"Jesus I always ready to help you son" Marry added

"Jesus?... did you just say Jesus?" Moses answered arrogantly as he pushed his sit backwards standing up from the chair and hitting the dining table heavily.

"Where was Jesus when I lost my dad?" Moses thundered.

"Where was he when her sickness entered the next stage?" he continued pointing at his Mum who was already soaked in tears.

"You know what... just let me be" he concluded and marched out of the dining room aggressively.

The young man was clearly in pain, finding out that his parish priest was his dad at age fifteen was the starting point of all the irony that surrounded his little existence, and having to have a father and keeping the information secret was another thing he had to grow up with.

Losing him at nineteen was the next cord and having a cancer stricken mother was the next frustration he had to deal with.

Life was never designed to give you what you want but virtually only that which you demand. Here he was moving in a circle of some of the most traumatizing situations that life can deliver.

"let him be" Mr. Manson said holding Mary back as she tried following her son

Mr. Manson got up from his sit slowly as he made for Moses room.

***

Mr. Manson closed the door slowly behind him as he looked into the room slowly, he stopped and sat quietly on the bed as if trying to be unnoticed by Moses who rested his head on the reading table crying slowly.

"Its ook...kay son" Mr. Manson stammered as he ran his hands through his empty bald head.

For a man of his age, running into his mid-sixties, Mr. Manson still looked like one that just entered forty, apart from those beards that were already turning white, he had such firm masculine build up, with strong arms and physique which were a direct result of the strong wood work.

"I know have nor really been much of a father" he said slowly stopping to roll his eyes round the room.

He was impressed with what Moses had made of the room, this was his late wife former residence, he took noticed of the painting of great philosophers and scholars on the wall, and he seems to be less surprised now on why Moses won the scholarship to stand ford with just one trial, something his girls tried twice

A private institution like stand ford really had the bet brains in its collection and Moses happened to be one of them.

Mr. mason's eyes sopped as it saw one picture hanged at the end of the room, he got up from the bed as he walked closer and dropped it, he blew the dusts from the surface as he held it and creased it slowly.

"You kept this?" he asked observing the picture of his late wife

"Realized I have two mothers since I have no father "Moses said turning his face towards the window.

"I know have really failed you son"

"you know, I only know how to care for ladies, she left me with two for goodness sake" Mr. Manson said laughing

Moses smiled lightly as he turned towards the old man.

"You did a good job on them" Moses said as he smiled at his step father.

"I want you to give me a chance son, and let me pro..."

Before Mr. Manson could finish his present statement, Moses jacked him in a tight embrace as he began to weep lightly on his shoulder.

"Love you dad" he said as he held the old man tight.

***

"have never seen you cry before"

"Jesus!" Moses shouted in fear

He turned sharply and say Kyle sitting on the bed

He closed the door slowly and pressed himself closely to the wall in fear.

The memory of her walking through the wall was still fresh on his mind.

Here he was thinking everything has ended but yet he is still having her in his head

"You are in my head" he said as he moved two steps forward

"I think I have to listen to Wayne... I need to give myself a break before I run mad here" he added pacing round.

"Have never seen an atheist call Jesus before" Kyle said smiling.

"Are you sure you're an atheist or you are just venting your anger on your religion"

He stopped and closed his eyes and closed his hands trying to meditate, the distraction from her loud laughter was what interrupted his meditation.

"Sorry" she said laughing and closing her mouth

"Sorry for interrupting your mediation" she added trying to look serious

"You are just in my head" Moses said as he began to walk towards her

He stood in front of her and observed her closely to know if everything was real, he needed a very direct confirmation about the person standing before him

"Is this Kyle Spencer?" his mind said to him

"Touch her" his mind said quietly temping him.

H stretched forth his hands and watched as his hands moved through, in between her body as if she was thine air

He fainted the instant.!