Author: poppybear128 PM
This Is a story of a man who came out to and old past time home. Doing whatever it takes to try to forget what happened.Rated: Fiction K - English - Family/Tragedy - Words: 509 - Published: 07-30-12 - id: 8375376
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I though you all might like this, one of my friends said it was boring and that I needed to fix it. I like it just the way it is. I would like criticism, it will help me with my writing. I hope you like it. 3
Jared looked out over the ice cold landscape. Admiring the tall trees covered with diamonds dust. Watching the sun peaking through the trees before it disappears into the night. The air was crisp and there was a slight
breeze, cold yet comforting. He looked down at his boots, berried in the snow. Tears were in his eyes, one managed to escape, slowly rolling down his face before descending to the ground.
He didn't bother to wipe it away like he normally would. The sun was melting away the ice but the snow would soon triumph. Still, little water droplets hit the lake. Like the keys of a piano. All synced together, like it was
playing a song for him. An evanescent mist lay above the water, the sight was irrefutably beautiful. All he could do now was stare at his own reflection. Pained by a loss he now had to live with forever.
Looking up at the sky he wondered. Will I ever see them again? Did I do the right thing? Am I a good father? Am I a good husband? He knew if Carla heard him say these things she would throw in a
winsome attitude and convince him that he was a great man, and an even greater father. That is what she always said. He smiled. Moving seems to be great idea at the time, but now he wasn't so sure. Time seemed to
stand still here, something he enjoyed, something he missed. It was like an anomaly to him now, he use to come here all the time as a kid. This is the first time in 8 years sense he'd been here. He turned around, and
started to head back to the cabin.
It was old and quite hackneyed. Some wind damage on the roof, animals dug into the side of the building. The porch creaked under his feet. An old rocking chair waited for him, and guitar leaning against it. His
name etched into the side of the neck. He sat down kicking the snow off his boots, snatching the guitar before it fell to the ground. Wouldn't be much use to him if it was in pieces. He set it down gently next to him leaning
against the cabin. Taking a couple deep breaths before reaching into his coat pocket and checking his cellphone. No Messages, it read. He frowned and placed it down on the side table. Jared tried to clear his mind but he
couldn't stop thinking about Aden and little Sarah. His kids, their smiling faces. Carla laughing and flirtatiously shoving him as he tried to kiss her. It was hard to push them away, but that is what he came he to do. To forget.