The scent filled the crows mind; he knew that there was food nearby. He flew to a small branch and looked around, there was a carcass in a small clearing in the woods so he flew down and pecked at what little meat was left on the measly body. Other animals had gotten to it first, and there wasn’t much left. The crow never thought twice (or even once) about what exactly (or who) he was eating. Nor did he notice the revolver lying next to the body.
Isaac’s head was bowed at the funeral. His dad was his world, his hero, his champion, his everything and now he was gone. A fist full of dirt on the grave to symbolize letting go, though in his mind and heart he knew he could never let go.
The next few weeks were a daze he didn’t go to school, he didn’t go to work; he barely went outside for weeks at a time. Eliza tried to be understanding, but at school she kept getting questions about Isaac; Things like “Hey what’s up with Isaac? How’s he doin?” or “Hey when’s Isaac coming back?” after all he was a popular kid and people genuinely missed him at school. One day Eliza knocked on Isaac’s door and sat down with him and tried to talk him into coming back, but like always it was no use, he couldn’t get over his dad. That’s when she told him that they had to stop seeing each other. It was stupid of her and she realized it, but it couldn’t work anymore. She wasn’t willing to put her life on hold for a boy who she’d only been with for two weeks before his dad died. So she broke it to him as soft as she could, she never mentioned the boy she’d been seeing while Isaac moped at home. She didn’t tell him about the dates they’d been on, or the kisses they’d shared. She simply said “Isaac I think you know what I’m going to say. This isn’t working” Then kissed his cheek softly and she was gone.
Two days later, after he’d thought about it, Isaac left the house, with no plans in particular but that day he left the house with his dad’s gun. A revolver that had been passed down through 3 generations, he knew where his dad kept it. It was in the study and since Isaac’s mom hadn’t dared touched the study for fear of heartbreak all over again, it hadn’t been moved. So he left into the mountains, with a backpack and an unbearable weight of grief.
He found a grove of trees, who knows how many miles into the wilderness. He’d walked all day. He sat down exhausted. He thought about his dad. He thought about Eliza, he thought about life in general, he looked up at the sky, the overcast seemed full of rain, but somehow knew that if it let loose it’s bounty, it would send Isaac over the edge. But at that moment, one rouge raindrop fell from the sky and opened the flood gates. It poured and poured and poured, and Isaac just sat there, when he felt something inside him click, not a snap as people often say. Just a feeling, he rose to his knees and pointed the gun to his head and said “God please receive me”. That’s when selfishness took over and a trigger was pulled, Isaac Rowley was gone, and left was just a corpse for the wilderness to devour, and the next day a crow would happen upon him and pick off what meat was left on his bones.
Isaac’s head was bowed at the funeral. His dad was his world, his hero, his champion, his everything and now he was gone. A fist full of dirt on the grave to symbolize letting go, though in his mind and heart he knew he could never let go.
The next few weeks were a daze he didn’t go to school, he didn’t go to work; he barely went outside for weeks at a time. Eliza tried to be understanding, but at school she kept getting questions about Isaac; Things like “Hey what’s up with Isaac? How’s he doin?” or “Hey when’s Isaac coming back?” after all he was a popular kid and people genuinely missed him at school. One day Eliza knocked on Isaac’s door and sat down with him and tried to talk him into coming back, but like always it was no use, he couldn’t get over his dad. That’s when she told him that they had to stop seeing each other. It was stupid of her and she realized it, but it couldn’t work anymore. She wasn’t willing to put her life on hold for a boy who she’d only been with for two weeks before his dad died. So she broke it to him as soft as she could, she never mentioned the boy she’d been seeing while Isaac moped at home. She didn’t tell him about the dates they’d been on, or the kisses they’d shared. She simply said “Isaac I think you know what I’m going to say. This isn’t working” Then kissed his cheek softly and she was gone.
Two days later, after he’d thought about it, Isaac left the house, with no plans in particular but that day he left the house with his dad’s gun. A revolver that had been passed down through 3 generations, he knew where his dad kept it. It was in the study and since Isaac’s mom hadn’t dared touched the study for fear of heartbreak all over again, it hadn’t been moved. So he left into the mountains, with a backpack and an unbearable weight of grief.
He found a grove of trees, who knows how many miles into the wilderness. He’d walked all day. He sat down exhausted. He thought about his dad. He thought about Eliza, he thought about life in general, he looked up at the sky, the overcast seemed full of rain, but somehow knew that if it let loose it’s bounty, it would send Isaac over the edge. But at that moment, one rouge raindrop fell from the sky and opened the flood gates. It poured and poured and poured, and Isaac just sat there, when he felt something inside him click, not a snap as people often say. Just a feeling, he rose to his knees and pointed the gun to his head and said “God please receive me”. That’s when selfishness took over and a trigger was pulled, Isaac Rowley was gone, and left was just a corpse for the wilderness to devour, and the next day a crow would happen upon him and pick off what meat was left on his bones.
did you write this alex? its beautiful. tragic.
ReplyDeleteyeah I wrote it.
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