Nick worked late that evening. Everyone in the office had already left. He was working hard on a project that he was about to finish. “Sir, closing time passed an hour ago. Even the office needs to be closed afterall..” the office boy said. “Don’t worry Bob, I will myself close the office and give the keys to boss tomorrow earl morning… you can go. This thing will need just a little more time.” “Ok sir, but be sure to give it to the boss or he will be really angry with me.” Bob picked up his bag and turned to leave.
Nick worked for two hours more till the job was finished. ‘Atlast!...’ he sighed. With the satisfaction of accomplishment he chuckled “ Boss gonna love this.” Then he put himself up from his seat, bundled his files and put them in the drawers. He then closed the office and locked the doors. Putting the keys in his pockets he glanced at his watch. ’12:30’ it said. “oh! I’m too late” he murmur. “Even the taxi's wont’ be available at this time” he added. Out on the streets it was all barren. Nobody was out there on the streets. Not even a single soul. He started on foot, taking long strides, walking swiftly.
The night was clear with full moon shining on the black street asphalt. Nick almost dashed as he glanced his watch at regular intervals. He arrived at the park square. He looked at his watch…’12:50’. “Oh! I’m too slow” he sighed. He looked around the square. ‘All quiet and deserted’. He decided that he will take the shortcut through the park.
Thinking that time was on the run and he should be at home as fast as he can, he turned towards the park and went inside. There were on street lights in the park. Neither the people there use to wander in the park at late nights. But under the full moon the way was pretty clear. He went deep and deep inside the park.
He had never been to the park actually so he picked his way by mere guessing. That to work at first, but at last his luck at wild guessing wore off and soon after he was lost. Another hour or so he kept wandering inside, trying to find his way, or atleast the way back.
‘Should not have taken the shortcut!’ He cursed himself. ‘If this not gonna end soon, I will never be on time. Boss will really be angry on me…’ He walked more swiftly thinking what might happen if gets late the other day.
Suddenly he saw somebody ahead of him. A guy! He can see his shirt as the moon lit it white. He literally ran towards him. “Excuse me….” He shouted. “Sir! Could you tell me which way will lead to the Steward street?” He asked managing himself and his bag. Nick looked up to the guy, he was the watchman of the park. A tall, skinny guy! Maybe in his mid 30’s. “Steward street?” he asked. “Yes! Actually I’m a little bit confused about the way.” Nick said. “sure, come with me” the watchman said.
“I’m Nick"
“I’m Morgan”.
‘Morgan! That’s really old fashioned.’ Nick thought.
After a ten minutes walk they came through the park and they can see Steward street across. “That’s your street. Go.” said Morgan.
Nick finally relieved, staring at the distant streetlights thanked him and headed towards the park’s gate. At reaching the gate he saw an old man, maybe in his 80’s with a lamp staring at him. He was another watchman of the park. The old man staring with his tiny little eyes asked “..and you would be”. “oh! I’m Nick” Nick replied “and what you are doing sir in the park at the middle of night?” the old man further intruiged. “I had a late office day today, so I took the shortcut and came through the park and stupidly got lost.. thanks to the other watchman I made it through! Finally!”
“Other watchman??” said the old man. “ya! The guy named Morgan!”
The old man’s tiny little eyes opened wide. Almost dazed and perplexed he sat down on the ground. Nicked helped him up and reach his cabin. He then looked at his watch. ‘1:00am’ he was puzzled. While he was still trying to understand, his eye caught a photograph of Morgan in the old man’s cabin. There was something written on the left top of the photo. It read “ In memory of Morgan. My loving Dad. Rest in peace.”
Nick worked for two hours more till the job was finished. ‘Atlast!...’ he sighed. With the satisfaction of accomplishment he chuckled “ Boss gonna love this.” Then he put himself up from his seat, bundled his files and put them in the drawers. He then closed the office and locked the doors. Putting the keys in his pockets he glanced at his watch. ’12:30’ it said. “oh! I’m too late” he murmur. “Even the taxi's wont’ be available at this time” he added. Out on the streets it was all barren. Nobody was out there on the streets. Not even a single soul. He started on foot, taking long strides, walking swiftly.
The night was clear with full moon shining on the black street asphalt. Nick almost dashed as he glanced his watch at regular intervals. He arrived at the park square. He looked at his watch…’12:50’. “Oh! I’m too slow” he sighed. He looked around the square. ‘All quiet and deserted’. He decided that he will take the shortcut through the park.
Thinking that time was on the run and he should be at home as fast as he can, he turned towards the park and went inside. There were on street lights in the park. Neither the people there use to wander in the park at late nights. But under the full moon the way was pretty clear. He went deep and deep inside the park.
He had never been to the park actually so he picked his way by mere guessing. That to work at first, but at last his luck at wild guessing wore off and soon after he was lost. Another hour or so he kept wandering inside, trying to find his way, or atleast the way back.
‘Should not have taken the shortcut!’ He cursed himself. ‘If this not gonna end soon, I will never be on time. Boss will really be angry on me…’ He walked more swiftly thinking what might happen if gets late the other day.
Suddenly he saw somebody ahead of him. A guy! He can see his shirt as the moon lit it white. He literally ran towards him. “Excuse me….” He shouted. “Sir! Could you tell me which way will lead to the Steward street?” He asked managing himself and his bag. Nick looked up to the guy, he was the watchman of the park. A tall, skinny guy! Maybe in his mid 30’s. “Steward street?” he asked. “Yes! Actually I’m a little bit confused about the way.” Nick said. “sure, come with me” the watchman said.
“I’m Nick"
“I’m Morgan”.
‘Morgan! That’s really old fashioned.’ Nick thought.
After a ten minutes walk they came through the park and they can see Steward street across. “That’s your street. Go.” said Morgan.
Nick finally relieved, staring at the distant streetlights thanked him and headed towards the park’s gate. At reaching the gate he saw an old man, maybe in his 80’s with a lamp staring at him. He was another watchman of the park. The old man staring with his tiny little eyes asked “..and you would be”. “oh! I’m Nick” Nick replied “and what you are doing sir in the park at the middle of night?” the old man further intruiged. “I had a late office day today, so I took the shortcut and came through the park and stupidly got lost.. thanks to the other watchman I made it through! Finally!”
“Other watchman??” said the old man. “ya! The guy named Morgan!”
The old man’s tiny little eyes opened wide. Almost dazed and perplexed he sat down on the ground. Nicked helped him up and reach his cabin. He then looked at his watch. ‘1:00am’ he was puzzled. While he was still trying to understand, his eye caught a photograph of Morgan in the old man’s cabin. There was something written on the left top of the photo. It read “ In memory of Morgan. My loving Dad. Rest in peace.”