“Another day, another night, time passes fast,” John says in an almost indiscernible whisper.
John was a farmer who hated everyone and everything. A farmer, but you never saw him outdoors. Always in his big window, staring at you with those dark eyes. You never knew what secrets he kept so long.
He faced the authorities with his crime. He could not take the guilt anymore, you might say. This old man that didn’t care about anything. Now he faced his punishment, and there was nobody to help him. He had no family, no friends; he had nothing. This old geezer. He spent night after night in jail. Some felt bad for him, but what he did, I have no forgiveness. He was the reason I don’t have my best friend anymore. He was a heartless man that took an innocent life.
With those cold eyes, he confessed. “I did it...I kill Rudy.” He wore a cynical smile.
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