The boy picked up the phone, and was greeted by heartbreaking news - his father was found dead. (I sound like some story teller at this point.)
Police received a report at 12.35pm, in which a man was reported dead. Ambulance arrived bit too late to save the heart attack man. Upon reaching the scene, the boy understood everything. With arms around the boy's shoulder, the police officer consoled the boy, for each man has to die one day. The boy didn't like the kindliness at all. Not for which that his father is now dead, but for he was found dead in Geylang, in one of the houses. The report was made by the prostitute.
Sobs and tears from the boy were not for the unfortunate event. Rather, it was for the once admired dad, whom had sheltered all dangers, and rained love and care for the family. Geylang shop house was the last place his son would ever wanted his dad to be found dead.
During the wake, relatives and friends came forth to speak of his respectable character. He was a good man; that was the line (this line is not the line in the title) that hummed through the boy's ears the whole day. They praised how good he was before he had died like they never knew he died during an intercourse. The boy was perturbed, from the first second that his father's death was linked with Geylang. He had wished for relatives and friends to stop labeling his father as a good man. Geylang he abhorred.
With reluctance, the boy stepped into that very shop house, and looked for that very prostitute. He was seduced the very moment he stepped into the room. (For you out there, this has nothing to do with HornTail at all.) The long slender hand moved up his shorts, only to be stopped by the boy. (So, you are thinking of something else...) That was not the reason he is sitting on the bed his father died on, rather, he still had the hope of retaining his father's image. His hope vanished the moment he sat on the bed.
He walks out of the room with heavy footsteps. The good image of his father is now gone forever.
Now, was the father a good man like everyone claimed, or was he a bad man like how the boy found out? That is the line of the post. The thin line between good and bad. That is how the world operates. What may seem correct may seem wrong in other person's eyes. That line, is defined by you.
Police received a report at 12.35pm, in which a man was reported dead. Ambulance arrived bit too late to save the heart attack man. Upon reaching the scene, the boy understood everything. With arms around the boy's shoulder, the police officer consoled the boy, for each man has to die one day. The boy didn't like the kindliness at all. Not for which that his father is now dead, but for he was found dead in Geylang, in one of the houses. The report was made by the prostitute.
Sobs and tears from the boy were not for the unfortunate event. Rather, it was for the once admired dad, whom had sheltered all dangers, and rained love and care for the family. Geylang shop house was the last place his son would ever wanted his dad to be found dead.
During the wake, relatives and friends came forth to speak of his respectable character. He was a good man; that was the line (this line is not the line in the title) that hummed through the boy's ears the whole day. They praised how good he was before he had died like they never knew he died during an intercourse. The boy was perturbed, from the first second that his father's death was linked with Geylang. He had wished for relatives and friends to stop labeling his father as a good man. Geylang he abhorred.
With reluctance, the boy stepped into that very shop house, and looked for that very prostitute. He was seduced the very moment he stepped into the room. (For you out there, this has nothing to do with HornTail at all.) The long slender hand moved up his shorts, only to be stopped by the boy. (So, you are thinking of something else...) That was not the reason he is sitting on the bed his father died on, rather, he still had the hope of retaining his father's image. His hope vanished the moment he sat on the bed.
He walks out of the room with heavy footsteps. The good image of his father is now gone forever.
Now, was the father a good man like everyone claimed, or was he a bad man like how the boy found out? That is the line of the post. The thin line between good and bad. That is how the world operates. What may seem correct may seem wrong in other person's eyes. That line, is defined by you.
What's your line in life?
Out of post: Currently, there is a man in the carpark, with a piece of towel around his neck, and balancing a filled waterbottle on his head while walking up and down the carpark. Now, this is the line between sane and insane.
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