Don’t be sorry, dear sir

Mr. and Mrs. Williams of Bywater Street, London had the feeling of being perfectly normal.

Mr. Williams was the director of the company called Forever which manufactured showers. He was big, well built man with moustache and pigtail beard at the chin. Mrs. Williams was thin and short hair styled. She spent most of her time in gardening. They had their small son named David.

It was partly cloudy weather. Mr. Williams was getting dressed for office and Mrs. Williams was happily playing with David into high chair.

After taking breakfast, Mr. Williams picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Williams on the cheek and tried to bid David but missed, as he was busy in watching cartoons on television.

“Little mischevious boy.” said Mr. Williams said.

He got into his car and left his Bywater Street. Ahead, he got stuck in a traffic jam, he noticed a large crowd protesting for the hike in taxes. Some were strangely dressed with colorful faces.

Being a businessman Mr. Williams couldn’t bear the protests. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.

The traffic moved on and few minutes later, Mr. Williams arrived in the Forever parking lot. He got back to his work of shower.

Mr. Williams always sat on the seventh floor with his back facing the window. If, he hadn’t it would become difficult for him to focus on work.

Protest scene was going in his mind. He made several important telephone calls and yelled at different people. He was in a very fine mood. At lunchtime, he walked across the road to buy a pastery for himself.

He had forgotten about the protesters but he found a group of them next to the baker’s. He eyed them angrily as he passed. The presence of protesters made him uneasy.

He heard some words which were, “We have to get our taxes reduced.”

Mr. William was flooded with fear.

He returned back to his office hurriedly. He asked his secretary not to disturn him, seized his phone to different people again about what he had heard.

He found it difficult to concentrate on his work, so he left the building. He collided straight with someone just outside the door.

“Sorry”, Mr. Williams grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and fell down.

“Don’t be sorry, dear sir, our demand has been accepted. Nothing could upset us today.” the old man said.

The old man hugged Mr. Williams and walked off.

Mr. Williams stood dumbstruck to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He got into his car and sets off for his home.

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