It is time for us to step into this visual display.
A dark stormy evening has risen, thunder rumbling in the distance with rain pouring deep within a forest in the middle of nowhere. A dark glistening saloon car engine turning, filling the gaps between the rumbling thundering rays of car lights, lighting up the forest surface; a deep hole still in the process of being dug, two occupied twitching bodybags lay parallel, muffled noises come from within both of them, a small oxygen hole at the feet of each body bag. Some mud flew out several times, followed by a muddy shovel that landed on top of the pile of wet soil. The Fellow Gent George emerges from the grave; he pulls up a dirty wooden ladder from within the grave. He takes his blue latex gloves off, chucking them into the hole to fix his slicked-back black hair.
George shouts at the wiggling body bags, “Oh, be quiet! At least you two can fuck in peace In the afterlife; for being a cheating bitch to your husband, I would have just shot you both, but the contract said for you to suffer, Kate!”
He shifts both of the body bags into the grave, as the first thumps into the muddy bottom, enough to take the air out of his lungs; Kate follows him, thumping on top of him, the muffle cries for help stop, now just the gasping for air, raindrops splashing on the bodies black plastic coating. George walks over to the mud pile, picks up the shovel, and shovels mud back into the grave.
We touch down in a botanical garden, a couple holding hands walking along the path, both dressed in casual clothes, looking at the different flowers, such beauty with each other kind also shade. I sneeze shit loads if I have flowers in my home, but my lady loves them, so I put up with them sometimes. A darkish blue, Stylish, suited George walks towards the couple, pointing at the flowers. To the side is a duck pond, with ducks swimming in, quacking to each other. A swan is swimming around like she owns the pond, but that’s In the distance. The lady bends down while hooking a strand of chestnut hair over her ear to sniff a blossoming Cherry flower.
The Fellow Gent stops the couple, grabbing the woman’s arm, not tightly but enough for her to be startled.
The Fellow Gent says, “Gemma, we need to talk; I am George; it is about your father and his grandson, Luke.”
Before Gemma can respond, her man asks, “Err, can I help you mate?”
George responds,saying,“I don’t believe I was talking to you, mate. It is Gemma I need to speak with, so stand aside or be seated here.”
George continues telling the lady,“Let’s take a walk to talk.”
Gemma nods aftertellinghermanNeil “It will be fine. Stay here.”
They kiss each other a few times while George whistles,looking around the big Open botanical garden.
George is walking alongside Gemma on a path with several flower beds on the right side. On the left side is a lush green field, with other couples along with families walking about, with trees scattered around, and wooden benchesaround the small duck pond.
Gemma asks, “How do you know my name?”
George responds, saying, “Your father is the head of The Fellow Gents. As you know, you are his only child; he also knows you have a son called Luke. Now he hasn’t forgotten his grandson, but being a respected head for mafia firms, who can’t get their hands dirty over a contract, they hire us to do it; he didn’t want to put you two in harm's way.”
George suddenly stops in his tracks, pulling something from inside his jacket to extend it to something behind them, following his arm to his hand, gripping his gun, trigger finger poised to strike. On the side of his weapon are the words, etched, ‘Bring you to silence.’ It Is pointing at Neil, which has been following them.
George says, “Listen, I will tell you this once. Don’t follow me because I can put you down, then get away before anyone can sneeze.”
Gemma tells Neil, “Don’t follow; everything will be fine.”
Neil nods as he backs away, putting his hands up. George retreats his gun back into its holster after he proceeds to walk with Gemma to a bench around the duck pond.
They both sit at the duck pond; a few other people are feeding the ducks along with the beautiful white swan.
George says, “As I was saying, he didn’t want to put you two In harm's way; Neil, on the other hand, doesn’t give two shits about it; if he wanted him buried, Neil would have been in the woods digging his own grave, but your father sees how happy you are so he respects that.”
Gemma responds, asking, “I understand that, but why send you to tell me all of this?”
George responds, “I am the only one he fully trusts; also, everything he does is under the watchful eyes of the people who want to bury him. He feels it’s time because something is going to happen involving him. So he wants his daughter also grandson to be taken care of.”
Gemma responds, saying defensively, “I am taking care of him.”
George responds, saying, “He knows you’re a good mother, full of love; he has asked me to tell you if you could tell Luke that he loves him every day, please.”
Gemma nods as she responds, saying, “I will just tell him from me to keep himself safe, please.”
George responds, saying, “Anyway, I must go, oh yes, before I do. This Is just for yourself also, Luke; open it when you get in.”
George rummages around in a pocket inside his suit jacket; pulling a sizeable brown package, he passes it to her. Gemma takes it from him after she turns to put the package In her handbag. She turns back to ask him a question, but George has already left, nowhere to be seen, as she stands up, looking around.
Some years have passed, and a sad day is on The Fellow Gents. I’m sure they have dug to put many people in their graves, but it Is harder when it’s someone you love. George is wearing a black suit; he has grown a full beard since the last time we see him, with some grey hairs running through his dark beard. As he stands at a graveside on the day of the funeral of Gemma's father, also the head of The Fellow Gents. She is opposite George, Gemma, dressed in a black dress, standing behind a young man who is Luke, dressed in a black suit; he is clean-shaven. Gemma has her hands on his shoulders. George is looking at Gemma, who has tears on her cheeks. There are mobsters all dressed in black suits around the grave, four lowering the coffin with ropes as the priest is doing their god speech, maybe unaware of the type of person he was. The other mobsters have their heads bowed with their hands holding the other in front of themselves. The priest gives a box full of dirt to Gemma; she takes some throwing it on the coffin below, which has some single roses scattered on his dark wooden overcoat. After he gives it to Luke, who throws mud Into his grandfather's grave, the box passes to others in attendance. George does the Jesus Cross on himself with his right index finger after putting his shades on as he walks away.
After the funeral, George speaks with some mafia heads. As he notices Gemma with Luke walking towards a luxury black funeral limo, George takes his shades off putting them away.
George says, “I will speak to you a lot later.”
He leaves them to walk towards Gemma, who makes eye contact with George, so she stops to speak with him.
George says, “I wish we could have met under better circumstances; he didn’t die for no reason. I will make sure of that.”
Gemma sympathy smiles at George, that offers his hand for Luke to shake, but he isn’t going to shake his hand, instead Luke.
He asks, “Who the fuck is you?”
George puts his hand back into his trouser pocket while Gemma puts her arm around Liam to comfort him.
George says, “I was a close friend of your grandfather; well, I still am.”
Luke responds with some venom, “He isn’t my grandad; I never fucking see him.”
Gemma rubs Luke’s back to try to comfort him while George says, “I know, but he is still your grandad, mate; I wish I could tell you why he was never around, but it doesn’t mean your grandfather didn’t care for you or love you both, or even want to spend time with you because he did.”
Luke nods as George Notices the resemblance between Luke to his grandfather.
George passes him a key after he says, “This may help you understand.”
After he smiles at both of them, he walks away towards his fancy red sports car. Luke looks down at the key. It has an address engraved on the key ring.
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