**I had an idea and wasn’t sure how to present it. Wanting to get something out of it, I quickly rushed this little bit. Far from perfect, but the basics as I could get it out at this time. **
(Written July 1, 2016)
“David?! Where’s your brother gone?”
He shuffled through the contents of the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of red seedless grapes. “He ran to the store! Need a few things!” He yelled back up the stairs.
Pushing the door to the fridge shut, he walked over to the sink counter and picked up the stack of mail, thumbing through postcards, flyers, fast food coupons. A Hallmark envelope caught his eye and his thumb and forefinger pulled it out from the stack of other mail. Lying everything else down and tossing a couple of more grapes into his mouth, he opened up the envelope and peered inside. A crisp twenty dollar bill rested inside along with a cheesy birthday greeting and a poorly penned couple of names at the bottom claiming their love for Aaron.
“David?! When is lunch? Isn’t it noon, yet? It should be time for my pain medicine!”
Pocketing the twenty, he shook his head and sighed heavily. “As soon as Aaron gets back from the grocery store!” He yelled back up the stairs. “What sounds good to you?” He randomly shouted up as he wandered into the living room and sat down on the sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table. He grabbed the remote and turned on to the local channels, hoping to catch the weather.
There was a moment of silence. “Maybe some soup. Nothing that’ll be heavy on my stomach.”
“Okay!” He replied. He had missed the weather and they were now talking about high school sports. Tossing the remote back onto the table, he got up and made his way down a small hallway and to the downstairs bathroom. He used the toilet, flushed, washed his hands and checked his hair in the mirror.
Outside, a car pulled up. He figured that was probably Aaron, back from where ever he had been. He checked his teeth and made his way back to the living room, grabbed the pillow off of what he assumed was David’s face and placed it back on the corner of the couch. He pursed his lips and looked down at the body of the teenager he had smothered to death when he’d slipped into the unlocked kitchen door and caught him unaware.
“Take it easy kid,” he nodded, turning and walking back through the kitchen. He grabbed the bag of grapes he’d left beside the mail pile and put it back in the fridge before taking a final glance around. It was a nice home, he’d like to have one like it one day.
He quietly slipped back out the kitchen door and closed it as the front door lock clicked and swung open. He was to the wooded fence row when he heard the shouts and cries from inside. He smiled and made his exit from this family’s life.
**What brought about this was tiny segment was the thought about what would happen if someone broke into someone’s house and was just making themselves at home while another person was bed-ridden and didn’t know any different. In this case, it’s a woman who is unable to get about due to an injury (hence her pain medication). The idea that the stranger would actually have killed someone didn’t come in until the last moment of the actual writing, but that made it creepier in my mind, knowing he had just been sitting on that same couch, just casually waiting for the news to come on. Anyways, hope someone enjoyed it or maybe it spurred someone else’s imagination.**