No Home: A tragic tale II

Date: Sunday, May 22nd 2022.

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Sir Timothy had just finished wrapping up another business deal with his associates. He was all smiles after the long meeting, and reckoned he should call home after being away for a week. He hadn't foreseen the disastrous occurrence that would overwhelm him moments later. But, could he really have guessed it? He was a man, after all.

Soon after he arrived at a five star hotel not far from his meeting place the phone rang, and with what sounded like an incoherent babbling on the other end of the phone from whatever situation ensued, came a sudden change in Sir Timothy's countenance. He could hear someone trying to revive a body in the background.

"We have to bring her back."

"Oh my God! I can't believe it we've lost her."

He wasn't sure of what he was listening to. "There must've been some sort of mix up.", He thought.

He checked to confirm the number that called. It was his wife's privately owned number. In his disbelief, he called out to her name.

"Eleanor?."

But, an unrecognizable voice answered on the other end. At this point, he'd began to pace anxiously. The uncertainty that hung in his mind were enough to drive him insane.

"Sir. Timothy?", said the voice.

"Are you there?."

"I'm here."

"Who is this?", he asked.

"I'm doctor Banks. Your wife was brought here a couple hours ago in labour...", the voice explained.

"I can't say I understand the situation myself, sir. It looks like she delivered the child. However, there's been a mix up.", voice stopped.

"Wha... What is it?"

"Pl... Please, you have to tell me.", said Sir Timothy.

"Well, sir... We lost your Wife. She was brought here without my knowledge. You must've been told that my clinic isn't fit for the purpose of emergencies such as hers...", the voice continued.

"...anyway, from what I gathered she was poisoned with a deadly substance moments after her child's birth, and currently we know nothing about the whereabouts of the baby", the voice said.

"I am truly sorry, sir."

The phone dropped on the other end. The silence that followed could be, say..., excused. Sir Timothy felt a sadness that was unimaginable. His eyes sunken in despair, like he was barraged with a bitterness than he could handle. He had lost his wife, and he wasn't hopeful for the well-being of his lost child, either. Nothing felt normal anymore. His life has taken a drastic turn... It was unprecedented. Unforeseen. The news hit him hard with a sharpness that pierced deep into the deepest recesses of his soul. He'd been done a great Injustice. He gave himself to humanity and, Life generally. But, it rewarded him with a grim fate without prior notice.

Sir. Timothy left his fancy hotel room to trudge into the somber, and dark night. He was weary, emotionally. His life crumbled before him. His family was his everything, and they were rendered onto nothingness.

Tristan Gordon! His wife had agreed on the name he chose if she'd birthed a boy, and Daisy Gordon, if it were a girl.

The memory of an event that made Him sob uncontrollably. An hour passed, then he realised he had ventured far into the night. To his right, was a lake as black as the night. There were no lights in the area he had walked into. No stranger in sight. It all felt right at that moment, so it seemed. An opportunity had presented itself to him. And he wasn't about to let it slip.

He walked to the edge, and whispered a word that ended with the mention of a name.

"I'm coming, 'Leanor. To you, and our child."

The wind blew mildly on the large stream, a tiny ripple spread across it's surface... leaving only a bubbling effect captured in the eve of a dark, and tragic event that occured. After taking a heavy sigh, he disappeared under water.

...to be continued.

Note: This story is a work of fiction, as character names and places described are a hundred percent imaginary.

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Diction

Ensued - to come afterwards, as a result of or effect.

Barraged - bombard (synonym)

Unprecedented - never before seen, experienced.

Grim - cold and forbidding, dismal, gloomy

Venture - a risky, daring undertaking journey.

You can read the first part here.

Thank you for sticking with me.

Until next time.

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