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Confessions of Marks (Part 4, Modified version)

He recited this poem. So he did not have anything to lose; he just wanted to die. With this idea I went out of the room. I was too tired to write anything. So I just went to sleep. That night my head was filled with all these characters and books. I had the fears of the Mariner, with the evils of Dorian, the sharks that killed my fish, with Lorenzo’s head on my plate, and then I was falling from the cliff.

The next day I was confused. I finally learned that he was innocent and it was just a suicide. I went back to prison to fill my report. But they told me that they found a new proof and he actually killed his wife. Last night he told the police where he had hide the blade and they found his finger prints all over it. “it’s impossible!” I said with shock. I asked to meet him again; because of my good reputation they gave me that chance, so I went into the same room again. He was siting there like the first time I met him. He looked at me and smiled. “You don’t want to give up. Do you?” he said with his casual voice.

• how could you do that?
• Well you seemed like a person who liked to get confused. I told you the problems with intellectual people. They make everything so complex.
• I believed that you were innocent. All the stories that you told me! Everything was a lie!
• You know that it wasn’t a lie. I couldn’t hold you for three days with lies.
• Than how is that possible? Which part of the story you didn’t tell me?

I ended up shouting this into his face. He looked up with his amazing blue eyes. He was smiling. “I have one more assignment for you.” he said with his casual smile.

• tell me the truth!
• Have you ever read the book The Road?
• No.
• Read it.
• Is it another game?
• This is our last meeting. I would not play a game with you. You want the truth, here it is, in that book. When you are reading it think about the connection between the boy and the father. You would realize how I feel. Put me as father and my wife as the son. Good bye my friend!
• Have a good life in prison Mr.Marks.

I did not want to read that book. I could not believe I wasted my energy on that lunatic. But I knew that the moment I get out of the room I would go to the closest book store and buy that book. An hour later I had the book in my hand and I was reading it in my bed. “When he woke up in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he’d reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him...”(McCarthy, The Road, page1)

The End

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