In The Midnight Of His Heart
By AL BRUNO III
Thirty-five years crippled. Thirty-five years trapped.
Thirty-five years since the betrayal that robbed him of everything. Thirty-five years of despair, knowing that with every night’s passing he was growing weaker. That the fire burning within him was failing and he was too old, too wounded to rekindle it by himself. He didn’t fear death, but the realization that all his dreams would die with him weighed heavily. Dreams were all he had now, dreams and memories.
Thirty-five years and the world moved on around him. Empires rose and fell, the world grew smaller, the stars drew nearer. One by one the great questions were answered and new ones rose up to take their place. He learned as well, he learned that no palace or prison is absolute.
Someday, someday soon, he would be free again. All he had to do was wait.
Thirty-five years had taught him how to wait.