At forty-five Jack is a danger to himself as well as others. He is then moved to a hospital for the insane continuing his treatment and intense medication.
A visitor had come to see Jack. The young man looked at his father through the thick glass panel. It was the only way he could see him. He tried to talk to Jack but there was no normal response. His mind seemed to be ‘up in the clouds’ or at least that’s what Grace had told him during his childhood. Despite all the bad things Grace kept a different picture of his father alive, a picture he hoped would return, if at all it was there in the first place. Grace had told him he was more like Jack’s grandmother, kind and responsible.
He told his father about his last year in Oxford, studying medicine. Jack looked into his son’s eyes when he mentioned Oxford. Seconds later his concentration broke into an ear piercing laughter. It always happened like that.
At fifty and declared insane and violent, Jack resides at Broadmoor; a high-security psychiatric unit. His son emigrated to America and now only Grace Madison is there to comfort him, but Jack Crowther continues to ignore her. His face is now full of decay and the growths increasing. It is too late for Jack as the sexually transmitted disease has already done the damage. He continued muttering to himself inaudible words; evidence of his syphilitic madness. His body now looked anorexic and his breath smelled like rotting flesh. His hair was wispy and combed in a schoolboy manner; smelling of baby lotion. He was weak, so Grace was finally allowed to hold him in her arms like the first day they met, finally she thought, I have you. As a tear raced down her emotive expression, Jack looked up at her. The tear fell in his eye but he didn’t blink. It was then he pointed to her and spoke, “Mother?”
© J K Easter 2012
Note: This short was written during my MA studies, where we analysed episodic structure using Growing Pain by Caryl Phillips.