The King of Expectation
Transcript of The King of Expectation
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
1/23
The king of expectation
1
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
2/23
The king of expectation
The King of Expectation
Atlas Ray
Sammy
You could never see it just by looking at him, how deep the
scars really went.
Like a man under water desperate for air, he had fled after
the death of his father. Deep into the meanders where sights and
sounds do not reach. Deep into the valley where one man cometh but
seldom leave. Once though, Sam Hayden was a part of something.
Something he could fathom, yet believe in. Growing up in a small
family as an only child, Sammy found soothing comfort and strength
in the sole existence of the mundane traits that made up his
everyday life. School treated him knowledge, interpretation gave
him wisdom. Life was framed by subtlety in tender and slow moving
motions. Sammy was one of those children that, even though he did
not lack friends and company, had a really built and fervent
imagination to boost his senses. He felt and was everything in his
mind and he saw anything anywhere that he wished. Sammy used to
imagine that growing up in the realms around the facts of his life
was a bit structured like a tree. His parents were like the roots
and stem, but the branches and all the colors of the leaves, they
were all him. This combined with the universally suggested life he
was offered growing up in a small Arcadian town in the dull midst
2
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
3/23
The king of expectation
of anywhere anytime made his youth surroundings a beautiful sort
of marriage between him and the world just outside his frame of
mind.
His mother was an image, a bird perched in a tree, very
subtle in her love to Sammy but the gestures were there however
delicate and Sammy understood how to grasp them from an early age.
Never one to holler, never one to kneel, she wore her presence
like a silhouette shaded by the secret fashions of her mind. But
for Sammy, his father was the real hero to end all heroes. He used
to boast about him even, of how he took precious time to sit up
with him half the nights on in reading through his manuscripts for
him with great passion as if his audience were there seeing and
feeling him trough the wide hunger in little Sammy's blue eyes.
Oh, he was a genius, Sammy always chanted like a true believer,
how he managed to capture all the emotions using all of those
little tricks of the trade he had picked up from working with
different actors and directors all of his professional life. I
guess a therapist would easily consider Sammys love for his
father an act of persuasion towards the ever-changing present. One
could say that his fathers presence was as much imagined as it
was real as Sammy seldom saw his father more than once or twice a
week.
Sammys mother was a homemaker not needed to work thanks to
his father who spent most of his time either in Los Angeles or on
Broadway, leaving Sammy to fill in the blanks of his character. I
mean, he was not a bad father as one may assume, he was still
3
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
4/23
The king of expectation
caring towards his family, it was just that success had come in
the way.
Just snippets of time here and there were called upon to
craft magic in the eyes of Sammy, creating a formula of essence
and hollowness just keeping his sanity budding towards wonderment
and imagination. Soon in the days of his youth he had a mind of
sound faculty, truly the spawn of great influence and expectation.
His relationship to his mother was that of a small craft to
the earth it belongs.
Always by and near in dependence, but with both eyes and
ears in constant analogue with the broader horizon far off and
away. He always found her charming with great convenience since
her subtlety gave way to few conflicts and arguments.
In fact, there were never any conflicts too fierce to
mention between Sammy and his mother. It was as if she was one of
those hosts on TV coming in and out of ones life leaving few
chances of emotion whilst catering to those lonely needs making
themselves heard on a shallow everyday level. Distance and
attachment, bound and prevented, never shall they meet. It is like
there is a hidden principle of just fitting into the social
patterns to such an extent that the real ways of communication
that remains is so universal that anyone could join in at any one
time. I guess it is like using mathematics instead of philosophy.
Numbers instead of emotions.
Sammys relation to his father then, was very different in
this sense. It was in all absolutes unique and powerful, like a
true sender and receiver relationship should be, and Sammy based
4
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
5/23
The king of expectation
his whole adolescence and life on the traits and ideas that he
gained from those rare moments with his father. No one was really
close to Sammy as in the way he had built his enchanted little
world fit enough for him and his father. In there, they were truly
two of one kind.
The funeral
Samuel Sam Hayden said the minister in a gentle proud
voice and looked to Sammy whose eyes where inside him carefully
upright in the front row to the left at his fathers funeral. Eyes
black as night in November and not even with a whisper over his
lips he slightly attempted to get up, but nobody noticed. His
shoes shone dark of polished leather, he was no more a little boy
seeing caring faces all around him, he had been brutally turned
into something else. The small chapel was packed to the brim with
acquaintances and adornment, all whom his father in some capacity
worked with over the years. Adulation cut through the atmosphere
like a knife, leaving a still sea carried by a martyr. There were
even some reporters there covering the event, people with big
black cameras with giant lenses eyeing the famed parts of the
audience like hawks and lions. None of this mattered to Sammy
however, as he was as alone as a man ever could be in that moment.
The murmur around him kept him in like walls, his emotions faded
for each living minute. The ministers second calling of his name
out loud barely acted out as a faint echo in Sammys veiled mind.
Do you wish to say something, something you would share
with all of us present, asked the minister now standing just in
5
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
6/23
The king of expectation
front of Sammy, so close even that one could see the pale blue
inscriptions on the sleeve of her ceremonial robe. We would love
to hear your voice, she said, and Sammy locked eyes with her in a
manner a grown man looks into the eyes of child. Without a word he
then rose from his seat on the pew and almost marched up to the
stand so he could face everyone and really see who all those
people were around him, who up and till now had the bare
characteristics of a sounded blur. He must have taken at least a
minute or so because the silence of his study felt really
prolonged until he started speaking.
There is so many of you here that I have never seen before,
he said in a worthy and propitious voice, I guess you all were in
some fashion apart of my fathers life.
After that he suddenly sort of changed his agenda, as his
posture sunk and his eyes steered away past folk and the fairies
of the chapels cipher. You will have to excuse me now, but this is
my funeral too he said with words said in haste and without any
real desire behind them other than those wishes desolate of
functioning thought. Kind of frowned he stared into the vapors of
the saddened aura which by now made up the whole mental state of
the little chapel. Moving on from there his words had forsaken him
as emptiness took over his resolve. Imagination and thought turned
into speech was a process long gone forgotten. Sammy stepped down
from the stand not relieved but with eyes still of some conviction
as he walked past the minister, walked down the isle and out past
the gates of the little chapel as something new, long before the
funeral were really over. The clouds just past under the sun
6
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
7/23
The king of expectation
meeting his face with a fresh wind of change as the small
virescent alleyway sunk into his mind frame as he walked down the
centre of it seeing his whole life coming towards him, painted
from destiny itself. Pebbles and stones put sound to every step he
took. He never turned his head again, and he was never to forget
his father.
Coming back
An indigo spring morning was an old and well used
expression in town and it was certainly one of those that day. The
preparations for a summer festival in honor of the splendor and
beauty of the Indigo bush made the town's inner parts literally
glow upon the opening of their flowers early morning to the coming
of the first late April sun. Sammy turned the corner again into
heart of town for the first time in nine years since the funeral,
now a man not only by force but in numbers as well.
He had inherited almost all of his fathers money, so the
word in town around his unexpected exodus was that he probably
chose to spend his mindless fortunes in Europe somewhere carefree
and fancy. No one had really worried for him, such poise and
permeability in the society had his fathers name given him. This
added to the simple fact that nobody had ever been close to him
like his father had been, left everyone only speculating upon
where Sammy may have gone so abruptly on that black day at the
chapel. There he was no less, handsome as crafted by a master in
the arts of masculinity, his roughed and tender shapes gave
promise to an alliance that had beauty as its foreword.
7
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
8/23
The king of expectation
Fitted into a slim lined dark brown Armani suit his
carefully cut hair just reached and matched his chocolaty colored
beard as to once and for all establish his manhood.
At thirty now, Sammy looked like he could be the
mysterious leading man in an old Fellini film as he elegantly
strolled across the city square towards the real estate agents
office in town. Sammy quickly reached the wide and big old
building with built in wooden sidewalk taking up the whole north
side of the city's main square.
There must have been about ten different shops and services
available next door to each other, and Sammy soon noticed as if
reminded from deep memory that most of the establishments there
were old ones, still there as they had been in his childhood.
Everyone from the barber to the old Jewish butcher. Sammy stood
upon the sidewalk for a while, reminded of the signs and who and
what stood behind them, before he saw the door he was looking for
right there at the corner and entered as the first client of the
new day.
No one was around, no one was watching. His fathers
influence had made him notice these things, to see no one, to not
see anyone. There is a difference there and well; I think it has
to do with that imagination of his again. As Sammy walked in the
door to the small office a huge desk practically by itself
prompted him to instantly sit down in front of it as a great big
man of rotund proportions met him with an eager welcome by shiny
smile and sturdy handshake. The real estate agent was a powerful
8
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
9/23
The king of expectation
figure, a piece of south western motif in color and running motion
rambling enthused of how much he had enjoyed helping Sammy finding
a home back in town. Eyes green as grass; he looked straight into
Sammy when he spoke as if curiosity could not keep him any longer.
Sammy was a bit surprised by the force in the real estate agents
gestures so early in the morning but soon learned to just see it
as some sort of flattery catering to his trivial side. I mean
after all, Sammy was only there to pick up the keys to his new
house; all the papers had already been signed and done with.
Apparently the well to do man was an old friend of Sammys
father since high school, who now obviously felt it to be more or
less his duty to introduce Sammy back to the intricacies of the
local society once more. From traveling word to faith in rumor,
Sammy's absent years had apparently given him the regard and
luster of an old time Gatsby-esque socialite in the eyes of the
townspeople. He was a shining silver dollar who the great big man
had his eyes on collecting.
A series of dusty miles followed, boring anecdotes of a
static town and the people turning those corners and walking those
extra miles for survival. Or something, Sammy was not really
working the honest ears he usually used until the big man hunched
across his massive oak desk and in a broad gesticulation stood up
so he could formally invite Sammy to a welcoming get together that
evening at his house upon fancy West lane, in the very same
neighborhood where Sammys new house were. He promised a lovely
dinner, some friendly folk and the chance to meet his own family,
9
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
10/23
The king of expectation
whom he felt were the most important thing in his life. Sammy did
not mind the invitation there and then; in fact, he was
surprisingly enough somewhat excited by the thought of being
offered a free home cooked festive meal on the very first day of
the rest of his new life back in town. Bemused and at last awoken,
another handshake past the introduction into friendliness took
Sammy on his way out unto the pavements of old feet and new
textures. Your going to love it, shouted the great big man
confidently from his office door, its got air conditioning!
Sammy met up with a morning just turning into a clear blue
day coming out of the great big mans office, and people had
actually begun showing themselves on the streets walking swiftly
back and forth as a new working day progressed. There were not
really any cabs in town as the people had never really showed any
interest for them for some reason, so Sammy without a driver's
license decided to take the fresh journey to his new dwelling
solely by foot. The twenty minute walk through the ample riches of
growing grass and budding flowers made him a favor though, because
the first thing he did in his new house was inaugurating his
specially imported custom-made Spanish black marble Jacuzzi which
he had gotten placed on strict orders right in the centre of the
grand patio that made up the eclipse of the house adjacent to the
garden, which in turn had been filled with red and white
rosebushes. The roses formed a pattern, a gorgeous smile, like a
triumphant winning of new land and desires. Sammy wanted to keep
the walls inside the house clean and had on the whole, with the
10
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
11/23
The king of expectation
exception of the Jacuzzi, not spent one cent on seemingly
unnecessary superficial objects. He saw them as distractions to
such an extent that he had even made up an exact blueprint over
the placement of each carefully selected and preordered item or
furniture. No more than three items in every room was the
principle giving view to a setup consisting of, for example a big
cushy sofa, a coffee table and a tall floor lamp shaped like a
tree trunk.
He saw beauty and tranquility in the shapes of simplicity
and the key to these concepts was his disbelief in polarities.
Opposites and relations. People see, he thought, a man to a woman
as the heavens to the earth, dependent back to back to keep from
falling. Sammy did not want to fall, so he always made sure to cut
off the relation by making every situation count on its own terms.
He was to take baths in his Jacuzzi, rest in his recliner and
listen to music in a specially equipped room where he would sit
down, close his eyes and listen to nothing other than the
brilliance of his favorite composer, Bach. These were the things
he wanted to do and enjoy, and nothing more, causing different
versions to appear in the wake of the one dimension in use. Sammy
had thusly cherished his fathers imaginative ways to the very
extent that he did not even need no other source of pleasure whom
which ideas were sprung. Bach was his only illumination. His own
mind worked like a template fairytale, a mystery and the facts of
life arranged just like he saw them, sitting on the ocean floor.
Oh, and the mirrors. Sammy would not keep as much as a pocket
mirror around him since the death of his father. He wanted just
11
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
12/23
The king of expectation
the truth in reality, having seen the reality in truth.
Maybe when your view has been changed so radically by death
and leaving, your eyes change perception? From seeing the story
come alive to carefully organizing ones thoughts is a change best
described in the necessity of attention.
We see only what we want to see, until we figure out what
we really need to see. After that there is only void, a void for
no one other to become intimate with or even acknowledge because
that void is what we give to people. Or take. Sometimes we are
also forced upon this void.
The Dinner Party
An old country song, perhaps Hank Williams, played in the
background as Sammy turned to the foreground as the centerpiece of
the delicately orchestrated affair.
A dinner with the great big man and his family and friends
had turned out to be an outright festival of local corporate names
and high end personas. Delicious foods and beverages fluent as the
dialogue spoken. Perfect lighting, full moon and that warm moving
light coming from the bottom of the heart shaped pool on the
patio, giving it a sense of difference about the whole party.
Everyone wanted to see the long-awaited return of the boy who
never was. His fathers name hovered like a halo over Sammy, so by
no fear and suspicion everyone saw it as their prime duty to try
to welcome him home the best they could. To Sammy though, his
fathers name sat upon his head like a laurel wreath. Eyes seeing
12
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
13/23
The king of expectation
past self and accomplishment, eyes seeing elsewhere and others had
put it there. Though their curious smiles made him follow, he knew
he was just a mirror in their eyes. A window to pass, seeing into
great lengths unto far off places. To them, Sammy was a living
statue of his father. A risen arch of his fathers vast influence,
a figurine without apparent flaw. They expected to highly to speak
to him in person and they expected to fondly to ever compromise
their wishes. So all of them took their distance, floating gently
around and around, as if Sammy bare scent were enough. All but
one. Suddenly a small elderly man with grey hair and red bowed
glasses introduced himself as the head of the city council, with a
perplexed kind of expression on his face. His eyes wore a withered
green tone of respect for Sammy and the sound of his voice had the
echoes of a man speaking from the debts of his soul. The loss of
such a citizen, he said, was a great one indeed, and no less would
all these people agree with me. The elderly man was sure enough a
stranger, but with his well mannered ways and habit to sympathize,
he could soon enough acquaint himself with anyone. He wanted to
assemble a memorial service devoted to Sammys father in the small
chapel once more, come next Sunday after the sermon. He wanted a
change of wind, a setting of a new unspoken direction in town once
again. We all saw your father as a, well, savior I guess, and lord
knows he did wonders for the spirit and the people of this little
town, he said as the concrete hope that was Sammy gathered in his
eyes before him.
And now you are here, and we are so proud that you have
decided to return to our community where you can continue on in a
13
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
14/23
The king of expectation
happy manner, he said with temper in his lit green eyes. Sammy did
not say much in response to the elderly man, and the truth was
that the elderly man did not seem all that interested in actually
hearing him speak at all. He just wanted to make sure that Sammy
had heard him, so with no further courtesy the elderly man left
him with a promise in hand that he would be there as a guest of
honor for the memorial. Sammy stood around for a while seeing
those underwater lights float across the green leaved bushes in
the yard, thinking of his father and a time when he was fifteen
and had just met and fallen for his first ever girlfriend. As
painted from the cellars of his mind, his sudden moment of
loneliness awakened a memory perhaps lost to him in broad
daylight. Sammy was an innocent, and a rare one at that, and
unbelievably enough he had managed to find a sweet young girl who
shared his situation. This particular late summer night had Sammy
for the first time invited his girlfriend over to watch a rented
film and his mother had saintly left them in solitude as his
father was in New York supervising the rehearsals of one of his
plays. Sammy had rented E.T and made a bowl of popcorn and the
breeze of the soft summer wind gave the evening just that hint of
romance that the young couple had hoped for. But as the moon
entered the darkened skyline and glossed the young pairs milky
white complexions and seething red lips, a car suddenly drove up
in front of the house. It was an airport cab, Sammy remembered
because he just barely saw it leaving as he bewildered got up to
look. Soon someone had entered the front door, just the short
hallway down from the room in which Sammy and his girlfriend were.
14
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
15/23
The king of expectation
It was his father, but to Sammy it could have been anyone that
night as the moon in his fathers eyes had made him look like
nobody he had ever seen before in his life. He had been drinking,
but Sammy did not understand it at the time. He was too much in
wonder. Sammy took to the hallway real quick with his girlfriend
left behind, but as his father entered the moonlit hallway he did
not really seem to find enough interest in the fact that it was
his only son who stood there waiting with a curious and surprised
look on his face. His jacket was kind of slanted and the four top
buttons on his white shirt were undone as he just passed Sammy
with a big silent look in his back walking up the stairs to the
second floor. Sammy felt strange as he restlessly stood around for
a second or two not knowing what to do or feel before he
remembered his girlfriend waiting in the next room, who had seen
what had taken place from her view on the couch. I should leave,
we can do this tomorrow instead, she said to Sammy in an
understanding tone of voice as he sat down beside her.
Sammy had no choice but to see her walking up the stairs to
get her purse that she had left in his room. No less confused,
Sammy remembered quite vividly what happened next, the fright that
was in her eyes as she threw herself violently down the stairs,
out the door and that split second that he saw her big brown eyes
in a silent shout as she turned back her head whilst running away
in horror. Nobody believed her story. Sammys father was larger
than life itself to him. Sammy stopped feeling.
The Memorial
15
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
16/23
The king of expectation
Anyone carrying a secret always shows hints of it whether
they like it or not. It is a living thing, an animal fighting to
come out into the open at any cost. Sammy was at his usual numb
state of mind as he patted off the fresh yellow color of
dandelions off of his brown leather shoes. He had taken a shortcut
across the lawn in front of the chapel. He wore a full-length
black coat carefully custom stitched and designed to make him look
like a member of some exclusive and illusive club. Dark Bono-esque
shades worn right until he had reached his place on the pew added
to his stature as a man apart from men, a shadow amongst the
mortals. But no matter the shape and form he gave, the portrayal
of the prodigal son returned was unavoidable in the eyes of the
townspeople. It was as close to biblical prophesy come true one
could come in a small secular town destitute of anything other
than the chapel itself binding it to a common higher denominator.
Sermon on Sundays was strictly a social thing, even for the
elders, a chance to meet those not seen during the week perhaps
and catch up on local news and the gossip surrounding it. Sammy
sat down front to the left as the minister silently greeted him
with still eyes as to welcome him to the parish, the community.
The clear triangular windows in the ceiling allowed the sun to
make its grand presence felt, and to the now full chapel it was
seen reflected on Sammys godlike apparition who took the suns
gentle rays with great tenderness and gratitude. Sammy had a song
on his mind when the minister started talking. It was Bluebells
song, a pet name that his mother had before he was born. It was
the call sign of innocence, he thought, the manner in which to
16
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
17/23
The king of expectation
describe those yet acquainted by the deliverer of faith and
belief. Sammy thought of it because he had just seen Bluebell
across the aisle on the other side, for the first time in nine
long years. She had Sammy when she was just sixteen so her face
was still fresh and strong towards the expressions she tried to
hold back upon noticing him in that instant.
Her hair followed closely the features on her face, leaving
her eyes, nose and mouth fine, framed like a Degas painting by her
unusually shaped elliptical black earrings. Sammy looked at her
but he could not find her eyes, it was if they were long gone into
a mind best undisturbed. Sammy froze for a long second, took his
eyes to a softer place straight ahead and still felt nothing. The
minister spoke for a while, but soon did he let over his place to
Sammy in a heartfelt greeting along with vows of glad tidings from
the returned son of the late great man which had been his father.
But as Sammy rose to walk up to the microphone right in front of
the packed chapel, some other mindset carried his conviction. His
blue eyes were like those in some melancholic renaissance
portrait, two cold stones in water mirroring nothing.
No one could ever have been ready for what he was to say
when he opened his mouth to speak.
I want to tell you a story, he said with great dignity in
his voice, in fact, I want to tell you the very same story that my
mother told me on the day my father died.
The small chapel went so silent upon those words spoken one
17
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
18/23
The king of expectation
could easily have heard each soft breath Sammy took inside each
word and sentence. It was a story about a man trapped between two
worlds. One held with chains of responsibility and the principles
of being an adult and the other permitted by the freewheeling
nature of those inner most desires. And this other world, where
lust ruled decisions, was the one that also ruled over him. Only
his own body's imagination towards reality could make him act any
differently than his urges suggested. And those urges were
plentiful in the land of lonely, and so when he was about thirty
years of age, he met a young girl in a bar in town. She was
fifteen years old, but looked twenty-five, so by the time he had
seen her properly across the old wooden counter he had already
made up his mind about her. She had gotten in for the first time,
wearing black high heeled shoes and a tight pink dress that had no
intentions of hiding her budding femininity from showing. She was
stunning and beautiful and her golden curled hair made her look
like Marilyn Monroe. Sammy's mother looked at him with eyes
speaking both of defeat and curiosity as he quickly in the corner
of his left eye saw into hers and thought and felt nothing more
than the notion of going on with his story.
The man, he said, was handsome and charming as any man, but
most importantly he had that aura that a mass of apparent virtues
gave which only people carrying real success in the world had. He
was like a magnet, a force loaded by norms of fortune and glory.
His sand dune tanned, chiseled face went to her teenage milky
complexion like chocolate to vanilla. His blue eyes deeply to her
innocent bare shoulders, though slowly on did she realize that her
18
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
19/23
The king of expectation
teenage wisdom were not what had drawn him to her, no, those
powers at work were far more primitive. Sammy paused suddenly and
as he took some deep breaths that almost echoed on the chapel
walls, he gazed out as to look everyone present straight in the
eyes. You see, he said with his index finger in the air, the
reason we don't really need salvation is that we can not act on
the past, a savior would just be a guide to new mistakes. We can
not change who we have become, we can only change who we aspire to
be. That night my mothers voice were kept in vain, her body taken
and her identity shaped for all times to come.
Shame and pride prevented her from abortion; I was a small
prize to pay for the upkeep of his pleasures. But now I stand
here. And he lay there. And nothing could ever change that no
matter the person he shaped me to be, feeding me images of the
outside world of wonder and hope, of faith and disappointment. The
silent echo turned slightly faint in to a collective murmur all
across the pews. Still, nobody did or said anything loudly.
Sammys mother looked up as if realizing that her shame was
unjustified and this time Sammy's eyes were there waiting for her
and for the first time in his whole life he actually saw someone
in her eyes. A person absolved by the reality of truth and the
words carrying it into the present onward unto past.
Sammy pushed for tears unknowingly, but he was incapable of
giving them their freedom as he realized that he had actually had
a mother all along. That family shattered on that day was still
enough a family, how lonely one mind thoughts ever may have been.
Sammy had to clear his throat as compose himself and the attention
19
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
20/23
The king of expectation
of the crowd, and so he continued his speech seemingly unaffected
by the emotions unlocked inside of him.
On that same night as my mother had told me this story, he
said, my father came home early into the hallway looking sharper
and healthier than ever before.
He was Hollywood by then, virtually timeless in appearance
by the radiance of glamour and myth. He wore a brand new suit,
sand beige Armani with a slim black necktie arrogantly tied around
the milky white shirt, and his face was smooth and tanned to go
with his short brown cropped hairstyle. He could have served as a
poster model for the American dream looking the way he did. But in
my eyes I saw an intruder, a perfect heretic, like a mirage
standing in the hallway carrying new rules and principles. He
asked me something but I did not answer, he called for me but I
did not respond. He was dead on arrival, as sent by his own free
will. Mothers story had stirred my views to such extremes that my
fathers very presence inside what was our special place no longer,
did not make me feel anything at all. It was if I had been burnt
by the truth for the first time leaving my senses numb and cold to
any impression. Sammy took strength to each new word out of his
mouth as his deepest; long-awaited truth began to find its place
in the open sphere. Initially he had been nervous but found ways
to hide it, by now, he spoke from his hearth.
A clear toned voice cut trough the stunned atmospheric
silence in the small chapel as he said; and then I became him
Truth shall liberate you I thought, said Sammy cautiously, maybe
20
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
21/23
The king of expectation
if I confront him I can see it with my own eyes. But I just froze
as he came out of the bathroom in his blue robe after a long
soothing shower. I wanted to ask him, was it true, look deep into
his blue eyes about what my mother had told me, but I could not do
it. This man was the man who had been my role model, my guide to
my future self. He looked me silently in the eyes as he past me in
the hallway on the second floor outside my old room as if he knew
I wanted to tell him something he did not want to hear. And, said
Sammy with a surge of emotion to his words, my eyes must have
spoken of a million thoughts because as he reached the stairs he
suddenly stopped as if to remember something with his head lowered
seeking thought in the deepest of memories. He just stood there in
the yellowish-red light from the setting sun, thinking god knows
what, with me just a few feet away. It was poetry, he was so
beautiful. He was my father. Twenty seconds later he was dead
pushed down the bottom of the stairs with a broken neck.
Though there is no right or wrong, nor black or white one
must ultimately choose between truth and salvation.
I chose truth. After my fathers funeral nine years ago which many
of you attended, they were kind enough to keep my whole litigation
under subtle wings as they took me to a small prison in California
right after I left the chapel on that day. I guess my fathers good
name through and through has hidden me for all kinds of reasons
over the years amongst people like you, but now I'm telling you
21
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
22/23
The king of expectation
the truth. I will hide no more. The crowd was no longer stunned in
their silence; they were simply listening to what he was saying to
them, taking in every word and thinking about what they really
meant. Is there a thing such as true salvation, he posed a
retorical question. No, I have seen no such occasion in my
lifetime. Salvation will always try to lead you somewhere whilst
truth is happy with where you are at the moment. It is here now
and never lost tomorrow. Sammy looked quietly to his empty seat
and noticed the fine wood in the pew. The intricate lines in the
fibers underneath, which formed the foundation of the smooth, oak
brown exterior. He felt like he was under water as applause and
voices drummed across his field of senses like if they were coming
from somewhere totally different.
It was never to turn into a travesty; his confession had been too
honest, as if everyone refused to shut their eyes to the truth.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, thought Sammy as he shut his
eyes to see inwards as everyone else opened theirs to finally see
him, the real him. Sammy saw, but he did not realize what he was
seeing. He felt, but his emotions were so deeply buried down
within that he could not comprehend them. He actually felt again,
as time struck his body like a hard punch in the gut, he shivered
but he realized for the first time the actual meaning of the words
he had been saying. He had not become his father at all, no; the
person he had become was someone far more important. Someone a
person struggles long years to become. He had become himself. This
time after his speech was over he did not leave directly, he did
22
-
7/31/2019 The King of Expectation
23/23
The king of expectation
not have to. The organist began playing his final hymn for the day
as Sammy sat down on his seat like anyone would on a sermon on
Sunday.
The end.
Thank you.