The following is a short little deal I wrote and i'm not sure where i want to take it yet.....enjoy.


            The all too familiar smell of freshly mowed grass hits my senses like a ton of bricks. The morning’s dew was still very much present on the jagged blades of grass. There is no striking beauty as there is in a freshly mowed lawn in early summer. A bright sun shines over my shoulders as I approach the rusty red steps of a house I once called home. Before I can knock, an immense hesitation overwhelms me. I hadn’t been home in almost a decade and just up and leaving for no reason like I had done is not something a parent can easily forgive. Living on the road was something I thought I had to do to find happiness, but I have come to my senses and hopefully they will understand. 
            Well, here we go… I gather the gall to attempt a subtle knock and wait for a response. A man with peppered hair and a weathered face slightly resembling my father answers the door. The man’s eyes seem careless to the fact that I stand before him as he says “What in the hell do you want?” I stutter, looking for an answer, but I fail in finding one. “Nice to see you too pa” I say sarcastically. “Don’t be smart with me boy. Do you know what you’ve put your mother through!?” he says growing increasingly irritated by my presence. “Listen Pa, I just needed to find my own way for once….” Before I can finish he blurts out “She has cried herself to sleep every night since you’ve been gone god damn it!”A silence falls between us as I hang my head in a sudden shame. I hadn’t realized the affects that would be caused by my actions, but now I understand that I have lost the love and trust of my family. I descend the ancient rusty red stairs and walk towards the street where I had once played as a child and grab a seat on the curb.
          The man remains in the doorway staring at was once his loving son, but now a shaggy and shameful mess. What am I waiting for? They’re not going to come out and comfort me as If I were still a child, I fucking abandoned them for no reason at all. It seemed like an eternity before alas I hear the soft foot-steps that I knew to be my mothers. She stands behind me sniffling and in a state of speechlessness. “I’ve dreamt of this day every night for nine years and I practiced what I’d say to you when you would come back home. Now that the day has come, I have nothing to say to you. I wish you a good life, but there is no place for you here son.” I sit silent for a second. “I’m sorry I left, but it was just something I had to do for me Ma.” I try to explain. She doesn’t bother take in what I said and immediately leaves for the house a sobbing, sniffling mess .
         Some how between the shame I felt standing on the stairs and the sadness I felt sitting on the curb I had become utterly numb to everything around me. Suddenly I saw no beauty in the smell of the grass or the sight of fresh morning’s dew.