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It was a cool and foggy day on the eastern outskirts of London. I had cold pork soup for breakfast. It tasted of mold so I threw it out. I then ate a warm biscuit with some tea. After I walked down the street to go check if my daily bread was ready for pick up from the bakery J'on. The town was quite muddy from the last night's rain. It was about nine, almost time for brunch. Then I remembered I had a jousting match today. My opponent was a new competitor in the jousting league.

The time has elapsed and it is now midday, I am ready for my joust. I drank a couple gulps of water and I jumped on my horse. I mutter to myself "The government must hate this sport, taking people away from their jobs and making it easier to spread the plague." We take our sides we grab our poles and we start. I feel the tenseness in the crowd as they watch me gallop toward my opponent. Excruciating, a sharp wince of pain went up my shoulder where the adversary's pole had hit me. I then realized I must get to the other corner to get ready for another run at him. I get off to a late start but I place my pole in the right place but at the last moment it slipped and hit his head dead in the center of his face. I forfeited the match because I felt bad for this other lad he, looked like he was in really bad shape. Bedridden sick, guilt overwhelms me when I find out that he does have a coma. I find out also he is my long lost dad.

The next day I wake up and rush to the infirmary to check on my dad. He is in a deep coma and is estimated to be out of it in a 10 years. Every day for the next 10 years I visit the infirmary hand feeding my father every day. On the 11 year 285th day he wakes up. He asks who I am and I tell him your son. He asks what year is it and I say 1568. He had wondered where his second wife had gone after he had his coma. They had there nuptial 3 days before the joust. I did not know where his new wife was but I told him I would search for her. In the end my father died 13 years after he had woken from the coma. Forlornly, I am still searching for my stepmother.

 

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