Peace eluded his hardened heart.
Pulling into the driveway, memories make me gasp for air. Can anyone know the love that happened here? The maple tree out front where I discovered how to make noses out of its seedlings, and felt carefree enough to jump in its leaves, stands exquisitely rigid demonstrating its stability. Its branches reaching for the heavens as if to pull down the home’s occupants for one last joyful jump. The metal gate scrapes against its barrier, gives way, and creaks its opening, I am greeted by the paint-thin, red, splintering porch swing where I learned of mustard seeds. Salted mackerel taste still on my tongue. So pickled, my fists clench in response. The key--reliably found in the metal wash basin containing the watering can and long forgotten gardening gloves-- Weighted in my hand this time, turning reluctantly in its receptacle. Smells of life and of death hit me, breaking a bone. Clean laundry folded, food spoiling in the tras...
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