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Fiction
Kat Out of the Bag contd
Chapter Thirteen
By Steve Rudd
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Not because I necessarily had to, but because I wanted to help these men. Men who value human life over everything else without a split-second's hesitation. Nothing of material worth lured them from the importance of genuine loyalty and trust that binds friends and family together.

I admired this trait in them and only wished that more people in the Western World, the Developed World, realised that flash cars, big houses and stacks of cash in the bank are irrelevant.
It is a pretentious cliché, but money can buy anything and everything other than enduring friendship and love from thy neighbour. Love and friendship don't emanate from wealth but from a willingness to lend a hand, to look people in the eye and to be honest, kind and considerate.
Until morning though, as the dying embers of the fire in the centre of our room were re-stoked by a small woman who appeared to float into my consciousness like an angelic apparition, the only company I had was myself.

I dare not speak to the father opposite me. He was fighting his own battles.
As much as I could and should have metaphorically picked up a sword and stood by his side, armed to slay his tormentors in eager readiness, I didn't have it in me to do anything other than watch him, who in turn watched the freshly stoked fire rise from the ashes of its former glory. From my severely shaded vantage point I thought he looked half-crazed. If further proof were needed of my suspicion, it came a second later when the man's face creased into a shocking excuse for a smile. This was before he started laughing...
© Steve Rudd 2005
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