Memoirs of a Monster part 2 - Renaldo's Autobiography

23 Years have passed passed, soon there will be none. So let me now write this story of a man you will never know, the man you will never see and the man you will never feel. Even after you shook his hand, even then all you will ever know is his name and that look in his eyes you could never describe.



2 years would pass since that day... And you may question the significance of what is shared here only to loose the insight of it all within your ridicule... so be quiet and listen to my story...

2 years would pass since that day till his next memory yet even now it is known to him as the air in his lungs. Having found his feet and somewhat distort sense of balance... balance to which you would associate a drunkard to have more accurately, he waddles around the house from room to room on his tiny legs. From bed to bed he walks stretching as high and standing as tall as his toes would let him. He looks over the sheets and under the covers behind each door and in the bath tub to find her. She had gone... but where and why would she leave him he thought to himself. It makes little sense to him and his little heart beats very anxiously in wonder and shock. In that very moment a thought comes to mind and his feet helps him realize direction.

Pat pat pat down the hall way to the front door his little feet carry him. It was slightly open, just wide enough to shift his fingers pass the doors edge and tug it just enough so he could move his tiny body past it. On to the lawn from the front porch he stumbles and trips over his own feet, drops down on his hands in the dirt and scrapes his knees on rugged soil. Out the front gate he woders on to the side walk. Pitch black tar road covered in filth and bunkered with sand. Side to side he sways with the wind, past the green coated barbed wired fences with their feroscious load barking monsters. Slowly on the side walk so not to stumble walking tall and steady as his tiny legs could carry him. To the corner he pushes on still knowing direction only by the familiarity of his feet, he follows like a lover would follow his heart home to find her. At the corner he finds himself standing hugging on to a stop sign pole tired from his daring treck, yet only stoping for a moment. Cross the road he must, past the speeding cars and pot holes, over the road flooded with sewage water and covered in shrads of glass. One step at a time he moves across the road swaying as before only now with more caution. He makes it to the other side but does not stop to look back. He knows that she must be close and so caries on his journey, moving on to find what was lost to him. Someone calls out his name, but with the sound of fear, shock and horror. rushing footsteps move closer to him from behind but he does not look back, his prize must be here he knows this. In that very moment he is swooped up from the ground and lifted into someones arms. He could not see who he could not stop to look.

His mind muttered in confusion, fear grips his tiny body for if he does not push on she will be lost to him, or worse he would now be taken away from her by this stranger. He baits the moment to glance back and sees the eyes he knows best and with one deep breath he is relieved and now can smell her perfume. It was her that ran to him out of fear, shock and horror. At that moment nothing else mattered... He had found her again and she had found him. The world made sense once more. But all did not end that happily, that night he was punished by rod and lash for wondering outside to far from home in search of her, this confused him much but he did not cry for long, crying was never his forty but for as long as she cried he cried and when the lash dropped and she to they stood and looked at each other both tired and weary from a long day... falling asleep there on the floor, soaked in tears but content and... happy