A shortstory i wrote almost 4 years ago: II

 Penn tried his best to stand firm, he was now eighteen. But how could he? He always needed help. He had strong legs and arms and yet they were of no help. Sitting on a bench, he was flashing back. Others would ask, “Hey! What color is sky?” He would reply, “Why? Its blue of course!” And they would say, “Ohh! Too bad you can’t see it today though! Its slight crimson today buddy! Hahaha!”
Penn lost his eyes when he was ten, big enough to realize the pain of the accident that cost him his eyes and also his parents.
Eight years ago, it was a day full of laughter. No one knew that it was also the day that would end with tears. Penn’s father worked hard in a glass factory. Penn had seen the big burners with lava like molten chemicals in it. Penn’s mother too worked in the same factory but unlike his father who was the reagent mixer, she was the glass inspector. Penn already knew his parents’ love had started in the factory itself. Penn, after his school, would always go to the factory to watch his parents work.
That day, like any other day, Penn was walking his way to the factory with his friends. “I never thought you would do such a thing!” Maggie was bringing out the topic again. “Did you see the look in Patrick’s face?” John added. Patrick was their bully.
“Yeah I did! I may do it again to teach him a lesson.”
Maggie said again, “Oh! Don’t be so mean Penn. I know he bullies us but I kinda felt sorry for him when your trap worked out well.”
“Ooo… did you?” John started teasing Maggie. He always did. It was like any other day.
“Alright guys, see you both tomorrow in the class. Tonight I’ll plan even more fun traps! Haha! So long!” Penn departed towards the right turn. He wondered if Maggie and John had realized that he bid farewell to them. They hardly did when they were quarrelling. He laughed to himself. The factory was right ahead.
“Alright guys, see you both tomorrow in…” Did Penn know he was not going to see them again his life? Not with his eyes.
He could hear the distant yell of his mother’s voice. “Try the main circuit!!! Go fast!!”
“Lisa I can’t!!! The liquid flow has to be controlled or it will overflow!!! Lisa! Lisa what are you doing?!!”
She was running for the fuse box upstairs leaving the control pad of the furnace unattended. The furnace had gone out of control.
“Mom! Dad! What’s happe…”
“Penn get away from here now!!!”
“No buts!! Just get OUT!”
Penn ran as hard as he could. He was just out of the factory when… BOOM! He turned back to see the glowing fluid rushing out . “Nooo!! Ma…” There was a second blast. The glass fragments were flying all over. He remembered no more.
Two days later, he regained conscious in the hospital with bandages all over his head, with stitches all over his body. He felt his legs, then fingers. He could hear voices.
“The boy is really lucky to have survived such a thing you know. His parents and few others were instantly killed I guess. We did everything to help this kid… his eyes… we’re sorry ma’m.”
“Oh poor boy…” It was his grandmother’s voice. He preferred not to let them know that he was awake. He lied still… crying inside… thinking about his mom and dad.
A year later, his grandmother passed away too, leaving him a small fortune of land. There was no one to look after him. His grandmother had fought for this little land with the company trying to take it for his parent’s mistake. She was gone. He landed up in an orphanage. It was very hard for him to get used to with the obstacles around. Not just physical obstacles.
“How many fingers am I showing?” He was kept in the middle
“Aaa… three I guess.”
Slap! Someone would slap him from the back. “Five stupid!”
He sat still on the floor, sobbing.
“What happened?” The maid would come.
“They slapped me!”
“Who did?”
“I don’t know…”
Years passed by. His mates were slowly taken away by their new foster parents. He was left behind.
“The boy had…” The maid would explain the story to the “might be” foster parents coming for adoption.“That’s awfully sad. But we cannot afford to take care of him. I mean, we don’t want to be rude but that boy would need an extra care you see.”
Penn would listen to them from the backdoor, expressionless.
On his eighteenth birthday, when Penn was sitting alone on his chair, the maid came.
“I know what you’re going to say Nan.”
“I… oh you head me.. how would you know?”
“How come Finn and Daisy and others disappear without getting any foster parents? They told me when they left.”
“Penn… I… I am so so sorry that it has to be this way. But… but it’s the law. We didn’t and don’t want to lose you all this way but then… I simply… cannot do anything. The day you turn eighteen…”
“Come on Nan. You don’t have to feel this way. After all, you took care of us so nicely… I don’t even know how to thank you for that.”
She was sobbing with no sound. He knew. None made the gesture to let each other know about it.
“By the way Nan, I was already ready for this. I asked Molly to pack things for me yesterday. I was just… just waiting for you to…”
She hugged him tight.
An hour later he was bidding farewell to everyone. Nan gave him a hundred dollar to start up with his living.
“Do take care of yourself Penn. I don’t know how you can survive the cruel city all alone… wish you all the luck dear.”
He couldn’t find a word to say. He flung out his stick and turned away…to where? He had no idea. He waved for a cab and went in.
“Where to sir?”
“Is there any park nearby?”
“I know the right place sir” Today is my lucky day, the driver thought.
Moments later.
“Here you are sir! Turn to the right and then straight.”
“Thank you. How much?”
“Five dollars and thirty cents.”
Penn took out his hundred dollars note and gave him. He received back a bunch.
“Good day sir!”
Penn walked out and was walking slowly. He was hungry too. He stumbled with a man and Penn took his chance, “Sir can you please guide me to a hot dog?”
“Can’t you see I… oh… sure.” He was a she.
They didn’t talk. “Here you are. Be careful!”
“Thank you ma’m.” She left.
“A hot dog please.”
“Just a second!”
Penn could hear the busy city behind his back. Where would he go now? He has to find a job but who would give him? He would think about it in the park.
“Here sir! Fifty cents!” He took out a note and gave the stall man. He received back coins.
“Excuse me sir, can you please count the money I have for me?”
He handed the bunch but it wasn’t taken.
“Around twenty dollars.” The man said cooly.
Twenty dollars?! He should have had around ninety four! The cab cheated him, he thought.
“Thank you.”
He asked a man this time to the way inside the park. He had asked, “Sir what do you do?”
“I deliver pizzas.” He could not do delivering.
He sat on a bench and thanked the man, then began re-mourning his past.
He was found in the pool the next day, he had drowned. People said he might not have seen the pool and so he drowned. But his shoes were laid neatly in front of the pool. His jacket was folded beside it with all his remaining money thatched by his folded stick.

I hope you all enjoyed it. 😀

    • dodo
    • July 21st, 2011

    gud i liked it…

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