Fishing, Credit Card, Blood.
Redemption stood still gazing the kingdom above him. Unable to resolve his own problems, he's been drowning his mind by the silent creek for weeks. This time, he held a brown bag on his hand. Inside this bag, he pulled out his answers one by one and tossed them into the water.
Weeks has now turned to months. Redemption has no more answers. He has nothing. Not one drop of red cell could redeem his pride. "Why," was the only word he could think of and is the only word that he ever speaks of.
Ever changing blooms turned to fallen leaves flew by quickly. A boy walked by with a bucket and spotted the old man across the creek. He rolled up his pants to his knee and slowly crossed the silent shallow creek. He seated himself next to the old man.
"Boy, whatcha doin' out here?" asked Redemption. "To bring you this bucket," said the boy, handing it over.
Redemption shoved the bucket back to the boy without a glance. "I don't need no damn bucket. Shoot along and tell your daddy I ain't got time for toys..." he snorted.
"Actually...dad didn't tell me to come out here. He's too busy doing work," said the boy with a frown.
"As if I didn't know that already," Redemption retorted. "He's always too damn busy with his work. After all these years, it's still more work."
Without much hesitation, the boy took out a plastic bag filled with dried-wrinkle torn pieces of paper stained with somewhat smeared and faded ink. Next, a plastic bag zipped with a silver ring. Finally, the boy took out a plastic bag filled with unreadable magnetic strips.
"I wanted to bring you these..." said the boy.
Rolling his eyes over, Redemption quickly snatched the plastic bag zipped with the silver ring as his mind began to flood away with memories.
"Dad always said he knew how much you loved grandma before she left," said the boy as he was sorting through the dried wrinkle paper. "Dad found that ring in this creek and look here..we also found these. Dad told me these are the little papers that shows the number of how much you gave to build a better life for grandma and dad..." The boy picked up the last plastic bag. "I'm not sure what these are, but I found them in this creek thinking they were tadpoles on the first day dad took me fishing here. I think I can glue these together and build a house for my racing cars."
Without much thought, Redemption grabbed the last plastic bag from the boy and tossed it into the creek as it flowed away. "Boy, you will never ever be able to build a house for your racing cars with those." He got up, slipped the silver ring on his finger, and looked up to the kingdom. "Pick up your bucket...let's go and get some woods. Grandpa will show you how to build a better home for those racing cars."
As they walked away, Redemption looked away to wipe the few tears rolling down the the side of his cheeks.