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There was nothing candid about that look in his eyes. He was the epitome of his father, although Carmen’s ego was much more inflated than that. He learned from the best, after all. Honesty was not in his power, nor was he able to be anything more than insincere. Business men cowered in meetings, the ladies cowered in fear. Until one day, when his father passed, he saw himself in that casket, laid out, alone. No one came to say goodbye, no came to offer condolences.

He sat there, watching, and waiting, until he could wait no more. He gathered his coat and briefcase, and walked out. He was determined to change his ways before it was too late. He bid the funeral director a farewell and stepped out into the cold evening air, unaware of the man behind him. Before he realized what had happened, he lie in the street, bleeding. With his last breath, he called to his father…only the devil answered in return.

 

The Daily Post: Candid

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