The day never looked brighter; Mr Mackenzie was handed his clothes while trading in what had become his clothes for the last 30 years. He looked at his clothes.

” What do people wear these days?” he inquired.

” clothes”, the guards laughed back in reply.

With many mixed feelings, Mackenzie was focused on just leaving, and this was so, for you see, Mackenzie had been locked up for over 30 years now for a crime he pleaded not guilty to, but the evidence convicted him.

” You are a free man now” were the last words he heard as he finally left the building that had housed him for years.

Walking along the streets, he could see people talking but talking to no one in particular.

This seemed very strange to him, but it was just people using wireless earpieces to the world.

So much had changed over 30 plus years for Mackenzie. He could see people look at the phones and talk back at it; he could see everyone having fun on their own though it seemed like they were with people. But amongst it, all something caught his attention.

A young man who was gasping for air, without thinking he rushed to the aid of the young man. Having no clue of what to do, he screamed out for help.

The young man was shaking uncontrollably at this point but was trying to point to something.

Mr Mackenzie finally got the message and looked into the man’s driving seat to find a syringe with some liquid in it and a bag. He took both and hurried back to the young man.

” What do I do? ” he tried to stay calm while waiting for the young man to somehow direct him on what to do.

After a minute and some seconds, he quickly stabbed the syringe into the young man and, a few seconds later, the man was starting to calm down.

” Thank you, thank you ” the young man tried to catch his breath.

” you are welcome. Are you stable now? “.

The young man nodded in reply

” Alright, I will be on my way.”

” Please stay; I can take you wherever you are going”.

” you need to…”

“I want to, please it is my thank you for saving my life.”

Mr Mackenzie pauses.

” I see you are heading somewhere looking at Mr Mackenzie’s little bag- I can take you there”.

Mr Mackenzie decides to let him as they both get into the car.

” So, what’s your name?” Mr Mackenzie tried to bring some conversation.

“Timothy”

” nice name”

” Thank you, yours?”

” mac, Mackenzie”

” I hope you don’t mind; I just need to drop something where I live,” Timothy tells Mr Mackenzie

” It’s fine,” he replied.

Back at Timothy’s house, Mr Mackenzie stays in the car and, after a while, steps out to observe the area.

“Mac” hears from behind him a voice he can’t forget.

“Rach”, he turns back to a woman in her late 40s.

“You are out” she looks so surprised to see him.

” I am…” he says before timothy cuts in

” Do you know him?” Timothy is lost.

” Is he? “Mr Mackenzie now stares into Timothy’s eyes.

Rachel says nothing.

” my son,” Mr Mackenzie says as a tear rolls down.

WRITTEN BY

BELUSCONI