Fiction
Mercyby Charles Roland
“Sometimes,”
said Carter, then paused and shook his head. “Sometimes I just can’t see the
good in people.”
Ronnie nodded like, I got it, I hear you. This was
one of the things he was good at. Ronnie always got it, always heard you.
“Tell you something,” Ronnie said. “Something my
dad used to tell me.”
He paused for a second, looked up and to the
side, like his dad was talking to him right at the moment.
“He said: ‘Seeing the good in people is just
seeing the good in yourself.’”
Carter nodded, though he wasn’t sure what Ronnie
was getting at. Carter saw the good in himself. It didn’t mean that everyone
else was good, too.
Ronnie looked back into Carter’s face.
“Something else he used to tell me. Used to say
that mercy was the best thing in a
