Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

On the way to the airport.

Moss stared out the taxi window, his face unreadable, the city’s blur reflected in his cold eyes.

In his arms, Melon was sleeping.

“Dad, Mom…” Melon stirred, his small legs kicking, looking like he was about to wake up.

Moss glanced down at Melon.

With careful movements, he opened a bag beside him on the seat and pulled out a small pill bottle.

He then took out a pill and put it in Melon’s mouth, letting it dissolve almost instantly.

The pill quickly made Melon deep in sleep.

The driver, stealing glances at the rearview mirror, had been watching Moss and the boy since the journey began.

His eyes met Moss.

“Is that your grandson?” the driver asked, curiosity creeping into his voice.

“I haven’t seen him wake up at all.

Sleeps like a rock.”

Moss gave a slow nod, a smile flickering briefly on his lips.

“Yes, he’s not feeling well,” he said.

The stereo in the car was broken, and the silence inside the car was evident.

still a long way to the

driver was bored;

too,” the driver

age

him in two

Moss’ tone

haven’t you

work to support my family,” the driver said with

stayed fixed

two wives, and four kids depending on me, so I came

got much education, so

back home, except for a small amount

but Moss only fixated

Isn’t that

let

a long

wife-she ran off with some smooth-talking

a divorce

together, but she found out he

Nothing like me.

came back to me,

then, I was about to marry a widow the matchmaker introduced

begging, I

didn’t marry the widow, but the three of us made an arrangement

my eyes, they’re both my

tousled what little hair the driver had left as

nothing, adjusting Melon in