Saturday, January 22, 2011
If the Sea Should Swallow Up My House...
My parents died on a cold, windy, overcast day common where I’m from. Rain slammed against our creaky old house and the roof seemed ready to blow off. The cold tore through the walls of the house and straight through the oversized sweater I’d stolen from my dad’s closet as I stood outside watching the coroner roll my parents out under a white sheet.
The day started off like any other. I was outside making tiny snowman out of the meager amount of snow left and pretending to be their teacher.
I was in the middle of telling Johnny snowflake that clouds were not made of whipped cream, when my mom came outside calling my name.
“I’m over here!” I yelled back running back towards the house.
“Hey sweety, I need you to do mommy and daddy a favor,” she said bending down to be at eye level with me.
“Are you ok mommy?” I asked noticing her red eyes and tear stained cheeks.
“Oh nothing dear, chopping onions for dinner,” she said and feigned a smile. I knew better to believe her but also knew better than to keep pushing.
“What’s the favor?” I asked rocking back and forth on my heels.
“Can you go into town and buy the stuff on this list?” she asked handing me a small sticky note. I nodded happily seeing this opportunity as an adventure!
“Yes!” I said sticking the note in my pocket.
“Here’s some money. I put a little extra in there for you to get that hot chocolate you like so much,” my mommy said and ruffled my hair.
“Yeah, thank you mommy!”
“You’re welcome,” she said and stood up. I ran to the shed to grab my bike and was about to push off when my father called me this time. I turned and saw him waving. Think It odd, I waved back and yelled, “I love!”
“We love you too!” they said in unison and waved at me as I pedaled off to town. That was the last time I saw my parents alive.
copyright © 2010
My parents died on a cold, windy, overcast day common where I’m from. Rain slammed against our creaky old house and the roof seemed ready to blow off. The cold tore through the walls of the house and straight through the oversized sweater I’d stolen from my dad’s closet as I stood outside watching the coroner roll my parents out under a white sheet.
The day started off like any other. I was outside making tiny snowman out of the meager amount of snow left and pretending to be their teacher.
I was in the middle of telling Johnny snowflake that clouds were not made of whipped cream, when my mom came outside calling my name.
“I’m over here!” I yelled back running back towards the house.
“Hey sweety, I need you to do mommy and daddy a favor,” she said bending down to be at eye level with me.
“Are you ok mommy?” I asked noticing her red eyes and tear stained cheeks.
“Oh nothing dear, chopping onions for dinner,” she said and feigned a smile. I knew better to believe her but also knew better than to keep pushing.
“What’s the favor?” I asked rocking back and forth on my heels.
“Can you go into town and buy the stuff on this list?” she asked handing me a small sticky note. I nodded happily seeing this opportunity as an adventure!
“Yes!” I said sticking the note in my pocket.
“Here’s some money. I put a little extra in there for you to get that hot chocolate you like so much,” my mommy said and ruffled my hair.
“Yeah, thank you mommy!”
“You’re welcome,” she said and stood up. I ran to the shed to grab my bike and was about to push off when my father called me this time. I turned and saw him waving. Think It odd, I waved back and yelled, “I love!”
“We love you too!” they said in unison and waved at me as I pedaled off to town. That was the last time I saw my parents alive.
copyright © 2010
The End, 11:33 AM.