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Nelson and Mr. Head in 20 years

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Maybe he wants to prove to himself that he is still a man and can take care of himself. He doesn’t want Nelson to escort him to the bathroom, to the breakfast table or to tie his shoelaces.He is feeling tired now, and very cold. His determination is giving up. He is trembling now as he frequently wipes of the mist from his glass with the sleeve of his sweater. Head is panting and the walking stick is wildly shaking now and he realizes his mistake of leaving home. He shouldn’t have left the house in this weather. Head looks around in search of a shelter or at least a stone comfortable enough to sit. As luck would have it, it starts to snow. Head can’t see clearly now as the glasses are filled with snow and he is too weak wipe it off. Suddenly his stick hits a stone. He brushes his hand on it and feels the surface, it’s flat. He smiles to himself;He sits on it with a jerk as control of his own movement is beyond his grasp. The stone feels stone cold and he feels his thighs going numb. But there is still an odd smile on his face, at least he is dying on his own terms.He recalls his childhood, his mother father, his wife and his daughter, Nelson’s mother. He recalls how tragic it felt when he found her dead in her bed. And he dreaded the worst that Nelson would be left alone in this world and would never stand on his feet. And he chuckles to himself;The wind is blowing harder now and is making that dreadful lonesome sound. Head is on the stone, with his hands resting on the handle of his walking stick. He closes his eyes as there isn’t anything he can see, his glasses are nothing but a weirdly shaped collage of snow and other than shielding his eyes, the glasses don’t serve any other purpose. With a smile on his face, he thinks;Even the sound of howling wind stops and Mr. Head feels the life leaving as if someone pulls a silk handkerchief with its corner from a pocket. Slowly the life leaves the body and the body becomes the home of maggots.It’s Nelson making his way through the snow and yelling on top of his lungs. It’s very difficult to walk through the snow and he is trying to run. At every step the snow swallows his up to half of his shins. His rubber boots are soaking wet. But the fortitude on his face is as strong as steel. His spirits are as powerful as the engines of those trains that took him to the city to see the Artificial Nigger.He shakes him but Mr. Head is like a
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  • Pages: 4 (1000 words)
  • Document Type: Essay
  • Subject: English
  • Level: Undergraduate
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