Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 30, 2009 19:06:32 GMT -5
His eyes slowly open, he removes the goggles from his head and sits up. His back makes a low cracking noise, the noise that describes a long life of hard work and sadness. Fred scratches his balding head; he lets out a deep sigh.
“I shouldn’t be here again… how frustrating.” He chuckles; a warm smile is planted firmly on his face, “The best way to start the day is with a smile…” He says as he slowly stands up, each bone in his brittle body groaning as he unleashes weight upon them. He pulls a metallic object out of his pocket, little buttons on the machine glow and flash. Fred itches his chin, “Damn thing over-heated again… Well I better go look around while it cools down.” He says out loud, his weary eyes look over the room. He smiles as he realizes the place looks like a brothel, he hobbles towards the door. Each and every step slowly turns into more of a shuffle than an actual walk; he wishes he could be in his slippers with some herbal tea, walking down the hall chatting away to Mary. She was always there for him and he was always there for her. But that hasn’t happened in fifty seven years, the sad thing is he is slowly forgetting what she looks like, and every time that happens the pain in his chest returns. He pats his chest gently, trying to sooth the feeling within, but he knows what really heals it.
A smile.
Mary’s smile could change the situation turning it completely upside down. He remembers when they went bankrupt; Fred was in tears sitting on the edge of the bed. Stress was blowing out of his ears. He looked up to see a sight of beauty, his angel, Mary. She was smiling at him, and then the disease of happiness slowly spread itself across Fred’s face. He forgot about their financial issues completely, all he could think about was her. Her smile and how she could always see the good in everything. He may have lost a lot of money, but he still had her. At that point in time the world could slowly crumble, but as long as she was there he wouldn’t care.
He slowly turns the knob of the dodgy door, he looked at the number. Room 4, the exact same room he woke up in last time. He slightly frowned, “This just won’t do” he chuckled happily. He slowly shuffled out of the door, closing it quietly behind him. He hummed to himself as he started his small journey down the hall, as he did he pulled a ruined picture out of his pocket, it was crumbled and black and white. A figure of a smiling woman in a long dress could be seen. Tears started to sting his eyes, one had escaped, and it planted itself firmly on the picture. Fred slowly put the picture away, as the tears started to freely flow.
He placed his back on the wall and slid down; when he finally sat down he began to whimper.
“Mary…” The words mumbled out of his mouth “where have you gone?”
The tears plummeted to the ground, forming a small puddle, but he realized he shouldn’t be doing this, he needs to be strong. With all his might he forced himself to rise.
When he finally did, he wiped away the residue of sorry, and replaced it with something of eternal happiness.
A smile.
“I shouldn’t be here again… how frustrating.” He chuckles; a warm smile is planted firmly on his face, “The best way to start the day is with a smile…” He says as he slowly stands up, each bone in his brittle body groaning as he unleashes weight upon them. He pulls a metallic object out of his pocket, little buttons on the machine glow and flash. Fred itches his chin, “Damn thing over-heated again… Well I better go look around while it cools down.” He says out loud, his weary eyes look over the room. He smiles as he realizes the place looks like a brothel, he hobbles towards the door. Each and every step slowly turns into more of a shuffle than an actual walk; he wishes he could be in his slippers with some herbal tea, walking down the hall chatting away to Mary. She was always there for him and he was always there for her. But that hasn’t happened in fifty seven years, the sad thing is he is slowly forgetting what she looks like, and every time that happens the pain in his chest returns. He pats his chest gently, trying to sooth the feeling within, but he knows what really heals it.
A smile.
Mary’s smile could change the situation turning it completely upside down. He remembers when they went bankrupt; Fred was in tears sitting on the edge of the bed. Stress was blowing out of his ears. He looked up to see a sight of beauty, his angel, Mary. She was smiling at him, and then the disease of happiness slowly spread itself across Fred’s face. He forgot about their financial issues completely, all he could think about was her. Her smile and how she could always see the good in everything. He may have lost a lot of money, but he still had her. At that point in time the world could slowly crumble, but as long as she was there he wouldn’t care.
He slowly turns the knob of the dodgy door, he looked at the number. Room 4, the exact same room he woke up in last time. He slightly frowned, “This just won’t do” he chuckled happily. He slowly shuffled out of the door, closing it quietly behind him. He hummed to himself as he started his small journey down the hall, as he did he pulled a ruined picture out of his pocket, it was crumbled and black and white. A figure of a smiling woman in a long dress could be seen. Tears started to sting his eyes, one had escaped, and it planted itself firmly on the picture. Fred slowly put the picture away, as the tears started to freely flow.
He placed his back on the wall and slid down; when he finally sat down he began to whimper.
“Mary…” The words mumbled out of his mouth “where have you gone?”
The tears plummeted to the ground, forming a small puddle, but he realized he shouldn’t be doing this, he needs to be strong. With all his might he forced himself to rise.
When he finally did, he wiped away the residue of sorry, and replaced it with something of eternal happiness.
A smile.