A mistake he has made, introspection works best in sleep.
Ten years ago
A 15-year-old boy was sitting tiredly on a wooden chair wearing a farmer’s attire. He was Keith, currently staying at his grandparent’s farm for the holidays. His mother’s side.
His gaze was fixated on a tree, towering over all the crops in the farm. Bringing shade to him and growing furits.
Keith pov
Expected of the tree I planted, grown since I was a wee lad, now a beautiful fine piece of work.
Her trunks big enough to swallow me whole, so big it would make the biggest bimbo pale in comparison. Branches thiCCC enough to validate a triple C.
Wait it’s a tree, no predator laws can stop me from doing a 5-year-old tree. Just thinking about the possibilities makes my blood boil. Looking to the setting sun at the horizon signifying the of late evening.
The perfect time to do it. The best humidity, perfect camouflage, no people in sight and nobody will know.
Its time to fu-
Max Hartwell
As the grandfather of Keith, I am ashamed, astonished and saddened by this boy. Seeing him look at that tree with lust.
So, before he could spread his saplings, give me a tree grandchild and offend Mother Nature by his act. I stopped him.
“Eyeing that tree again?”
Keith spun towards my direction. Shocked I see. Oh, is that fear? Never fear my son I would never snitch.
“Grandpa, ca- can you keep it a secret?”
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Your Ma, Pa and ol’ Ma, already know ya fool. Really should use VPN or incognito mode, or better yet stop moaning so damn loud. Like couldn’t have found a better time, like showering of something. Anything but the dead of night.
“Ya, sure.”
They walked back home in comforting silence. Before arriving home to a big bungalow two stories high with a wide balcony sitting two rocking chairs. By the side was a small farm shed filled with tools.
Walking in they were immediately made home by the fresh smell of hot food. Decorations were hung on every ancient antic Keith could see.
In the middle of it all, was the words ‘Happy Birthday' being held by his mom, Susan. A woman in her mid forties, black hair, some freckles here and there, small eyes and modest. Your typical all in one mom. She was dazzling.
While ‘Keith' was held by his grandma, Sharon. Looking close to her seventies in her twilight years. A kind neighborhood grandma is all that was needed to describe her beauty. The kind of beauty that only wisdom can give.
Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, before an arm hooked his neck. Finally, his dad, a hunk of a man, filled with muscle yet having the elegant and respectful aura of a professor. One earned through experience. Sitting in his wheelchair yet tall enough to hook him.
“What are ya waiting for, buddy. You’re The Star today. Let loose.”
Keith and his dad joined the ladies to party. Max walked out the house and sat on the rocking chair on the balcony.
“That atmosphere never suited me.”
Max was a hole in reality, an abyss with no depth, seemingly alien to his surroundings and except the white outline of his body. He was like a black hole.
“Introspection interesting, to look into the thoughts, past and perspective of those with deep relations with you.”
“It has given me meaning, or is it your subconscious coping with something you lost. Have I died in the future? Most likely.”
He looked at his black hole like hand. Showing the void as he was, something to forget. A shadow buried in the past.
“You want to forget everything about me yet-“
He looked at the outlined white, shining with hope and love.
“You love me so.”
He started to burn with rage. Flames manifested around his body; the concept of rage bloomed with fire and red in the void of his body.
“Learn to lose, pick yourself up, remake your future, overturn fate and let live with life.”
Hate me, child. Burn your purpose deep in your soul. Remember me. Make me your purpose a goal of revenge.
The flames lost its fury, disappearing in the winds named peace. The chair he sat was gone leaving dust and imprinted on the ground where he stood was the charred wooden ground imprinted with the soles of his feet.
“It’s time.”