Geoffrey Forge was a reasonably old man-sixty five to be precise and to turn sixty six in late August of next year. Despite this and even taking his frailty into consideration, he did not believe himself to be old enough to die-yet here he was, his execution scheduled just a mere hour from now at 12:35. 11:35.
The execution would be broadcasted on live TV for all to watch-men, women and children would all huddle around their TV's in anticipation to watch such a wicked, vile man finally perish in such a dishonourable manner.
Death has always been inevitable and ironically Geoffrey had never feared it, until now. Perhaps it was because he didn't expect this day to come for several more years, when he was bedridden and feeble, or that he'd peacefully slip away in his sleep like his wife did all those years ago. …show more content…
They didn't speak, nor move for several seconds.
"Who is it?" Geoffrey questioned, squinting his eyes as he desperately tried to make out the silhouettes face, but failed to do so.
"Why'd you do it, Dad?" The clearly female voice asked. "Why?" Her voice wobbled and broke in uneven pitches as she spoke.
"Cordelia? Cordelia, my darling girl please come and sit," Geoffrey begged as his now fully grown daughter stepped out from the shadows and slowly approached.
She sat. An awkward silence resonated between the two.
"Drink?" He offered her the glass bottle, little under half of the liquor was left.
At least this way a Father could share his daughters first drink with her.
Cressida hesitated at first before snatching it off him, drinking the lot in one big swig like she'd done this before.
"Are you scared?" She questioned, using her sleeve to wipe the corners of her mouth.
Geoffrey pursed his lips together before he answered, not entirely sure of a truthful answer.
"No," He said simply. "I'm not," He spluttered, "I'm not scared of dying, I'm just scared of leaving you
The execution would be broadcasted on live TV for all to watch-men, women and children would all huddle around their TV's in anticipation to watch such a wicked, vile man finally perish in such a dishonourable manner.
Death has always been inevitable and ironically Geoffrey had never feared it, until now. Perhaps it was because he didn't expect this day to come for several more years, when he was bedridden and feeble, or that he'd peacefully slip away in his sleep like his wife did all those years ago. …show more content…
They didn't speak, nor move for several seconds.
"Who is it?" Geoffrey questioned, squinting his eyes as he desperately tried to make out the silhouettes face, but failed to do so.
"Why'd you do it, Dad?" The clearly female voice asked. "Why?" Her voice wobbled and broke in uneven pitches as she spoke.
"Cordelia? Cordelia, my darling girl please come and sit," Geoffrey begged as his now fully grown daughter stepped out from the shadows and slowly approached.
She sat. An awkward silence resonated between the two.
"Drink?" He offered her the glass bottle, little under half of the liquor was left.
At least this way a Father could share his daughters first drink with her.
Cressida hesitated at first before snatching it off him, drinking the lot in one big swig like she'd done this before.
"Are you scared?" She questioned, using her sleeve to wipe the corners of her mouth.
Geoffrey pursed his lips together before he answered, not entirely sure of a truthful answer.
"No," He said simply. "I'm not," He spluttered, "I'm not scared of dying, I'm just scared of leaving you