The Search

The field was covered with debris from the accident and Thomas Robinson was frantic. He was screaming at the top of his lungs but there was nothing but the sound of the flames surrounding the area. Thomas had been expecting his son to be home today, he had been in Chicago for the month. The plane he was scheduled to be on was on the ten o'clock news. It plummited to the ground leaving no survivors. His son was all he had left in this life and he was nowhere to be found.
Nobody could reason with Thomas, he stayed at that field for days. Croud gathered at the crash sight. They were lured by the sound of his cry, "Alex, where are you?" Alex didn't answer. He was just as lost and confused as his father. He had been wandering around that town for the past three days. Nobody saw him and nobody heard him. He was the only survivor, or so he thought. He wanted to find his father.
Alex was dead, his body was one of the bodies that were unaccounted for. Both Thomas and Alex spent their days searching for each other. Crying out in the darkness. Crowds no longer gathered around that field, they did, however, bring him warm food and hot coffee. He grew old and tired but never gave up. He died at the age of eighty-seven, and that's the day the search for Alex was over. As his spirit rose from his body his son was standing across the field waiting for him. They walked off into the light together. They were at peace, the search was over