Damn Family

Roderick settled himself into the silence of the darkened room, where only the small flames in the gently waving stove provided any light. A half-empty glass of wine struggled in his right hand, providing the needed comfort and imagination as he immersed himself in the musings of his pent-up ambition and discontent. As the surroundings grew gloomier, anger overflowed from within him, filling his mind with countless questions.

"So easily, so quickly, this power changed hands," Roderick thought, resentment creeping into every word spoken in his mind. The alcohol flowing behind the wall of red bubbles produced by the red wine only increased the sensation of rejection and injustice he felt.

In the dark dimness that enveloped his heart, he realized that the dark past had shattered all his dreams and aspirations. "I deserve my rights. I can be a much better leader than him. I will no longer be under the shadow of this damn family."