The old man is staring at his hands as he draws the curtains. They are strong hands and he knows it. If they could tell you everything they had done during their lifetime, it would be years before they stopped. Hands of all the people they have clasped; the things they have held; the women they have caressed… the men they have killed.
A feeling of guilt grips him. Not all the things he did in his 60 plus years could be viewed in a good light in the eyes of other men.
And until today, he is proud of the road he has taken. He managed to convince a group of youngsters to do something that few people would understand and practically no one would approve of.
“Why haven’t you told them?”
He knew that he was being watched, although he did not know for how long.
The soft light of dawn through his old curtains prevents him from seeing the silhouette inside his apartment…
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