Guilt grinds inside me. Heat rises up my neck. “I’m sorry. Yes, that was me too, but…. I was in a bad place just then. I’m sorry I wouldn’t talk to you.”
But he smiles. “That’s okay. If you were here…” He gestures vaguely over the outline shadow of where the prison we both once occupied used to stand… “I suppose you wouldn’t have been feeling so good.” He pokes at the ground with a toe. “I saw them starting…” He looks to where the bulldozer shoves and another great scoop of smashed rock and earth topples down. “… so, I came to watch. You too?”
“Yes, me too.”
By the bridge, I see my Master, together with Sam, but it seems his conversation is done. His head swings, taking in the landscape…
Looking for me?
He was here that day too…
The day it all really started…
The day I confessed…
…
