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Many Blessings

Dan Maltbie

    “He deserves this you know. For what he did to us he should burn,” Rodney said.
    “Quiet Rodney,” Steve said.
    The sun was setting when the car came to a stop.
    “I can’t believe that you are this calm about it. How do you even look at yourself in the mirror?” Rodney said.
    “I tend to keep my anger,” –he cranked down his window- “in reserve for times like these.”
    “How did you find out where he lives? I’ve been trying forever to find him,” Rodney said.
    “You know the new high rise I’ve been working on? I came out of work three days ago there he is standing on the corner. He looked familiar and I couldn’t place him. By the time I got back to my car it hit me. I caught up with him down the block and followed him here.”
    “Are you sure this is him?” Rodney said.
    “I have come back here every night for the past week and he is here. I would stake my kid’s lives on it. This is the guy we have been looking for,” Steve said.
    “Perfect. Now all we have to do is wait for the lights to go out.”

    “Wake up. Come on Rodney wake up.”
    “What’s happened? What’s wrong,” Rodney said.
    “The lights have been out almost an hour,” Steve said.
    Rodney opened his door and met Steve at the back of the car. Steve was tucking a gun into his belt when they headed across the street.
    The house was small and ran down. The yard was mined with gnomes and flamingos. The neighbors had no idea that a monster was living right next door.
    “Rodney, this window is unlocked. Boost me up?” Steve said.
    The living room was covered in newspapers and old books. The floor was sticky and cluttered. Down the hallway a small light escaped from a cracked door. Rodney eased the door open giving Steve a view inside.
    “Come in boys. I know you are there,” The man said.
    “Father Louis, stand up and turn around,” Steve said.
    “Steven? I take it that your shadow Mr. Maxwell is also with you?” Father Louis said.
    Rodney crossed the room and knocked the old man to the floor. Blood began to flow from the old mans nose.
    “I think you know why we are here. Why don’t we go out into the garage and have a talk?” Steve said.
    “I always knew this day would come. As much hurt as I have put into the world, it was bound to come back,” Father Louis said.
    “Don’t give us any excuses. The things you did to us are unforgivable,” Rodney said.
    “We came to you as scared boys. Looking for forgiveness and you took advantage of us. You ruined our lives. Made the one place we should feel safe and happy, dark and scary,” Steve said.
    “On your knees old man,” Rodney said.
    “It’s alright boys. You don’t know how many nights I have sat in that room and waited. Waited for all of my sins to come back for me. All the boys and girls lives I have ruined,”
    “What was it that you called us? Oh yeah, your many blessings,” Rodney said.
    “Don’t worry Father. Where you are going I don’t think you will have a problem with blessings.”
    Steve pulled back the hammer on his pistol and fired.

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