The word vexed him, he’d looked it up, that’s what he always did when he wasn’t certain . The etymology lead him to Greek, and the same route word as the modern apology. They said they didn’t want him to apologise, but it felt like it was an apology they were asking him to write.
He stood barefoot looking through the bars, the window faced east he knew that much, he got to watch the sunrise. He never used to watch the sunrise, it had seemed unimportant, how could it be unimportant? he thought. Sitting on the floor he leaned back against the concrete, the cold against his naked back waking him, giving him momentary clarity.
He knew why he was here, he didn’t understand it, but he did know.
No apologies.
Back in the day when an apology was just explaining why you did something.
ReplyDeleteThis was a nice mix of conceptualism in it, like a concise clash of archetypal scenarios.