Interfere

He must be so happy right now.

Mark it down! Another one broken to pieces. Just one more soul separated from the purpose laid out for it from before the beginning of time. A glimpse of eternity avoided for the shabby shadows of gratification.

Good work. You plunge into the heart of it all, aiming straight for the source of energy and light and meaning. Ripping it out without a trace of remorse or the slightest sign of regret, your design is complete.

Will you not intervene? Save once more. Spare one more.

God, this can’t be happening.

Interfere. Surely this isn’t the way it ends, because if it is, I want out. Book my flight. I want the destination where families don’t come apart and fathers don’t walk out the front door without looking back.

I want the place in the picture-book. Hands gripped tightly, pots of gold always at every end, plenty of wishes and rainbows for everyone. A marriage that doesn’t resemble a shredded paper document. Vows stronger than plastic credit cards.

He is so happy right now. He must be.