11/17/14- Daily Prompt;
Zach’s hand trembled as he reached for the small man in the barrel. It was something that his father had purchased years ago for Zach’s grandfather. Then it was given back to his dad when his grandfather had died. So, why was it here now? His father had been gone for a long time. Who knew where to. His things had been left in a storage shed in a town adjacent to where Zach had grown up.
He lifted it gently, careful not to disturb the barrel’s placement over the little man. It was a wooden carving and stood about 8 inches tall. He couldn’t remember where his father had bought it. Some where over seas while he was traveling. His dad had never gotten anyone gifts; except this one. Zach couldn’t understand what the item’s appeal had been. He thought it would be an awkward item to receive from his son. He wondered what kind of man his grand father had been. Would he had laughed when the barrel lifted up and revealed a large penis.
It was perverse. He set it back on the table and scooped up the phone. He dialed his sister, but she didn’t answer and he didn’t bother to leave a message. Had she been over to the storage shed after all this time? Had she looked through the things their father had left behind? If so, why had she brought this item here for him to find when he returned from work? Maybe he shouldn’t have given her a key to his apartment after all.
There was no way that it had been his mother who had put it here. His mother hated that his father had left them without any explanation. She would have been happy to douse the shed with gasoline and light it. Seeing his things burn would be the only revenge she could have. But she didn’t because she knew that there may come a time that her children wanted to understand the father that had left them.
But what could this little guy tell him?
He rubbed his face and shuffled down the hall. Following his usual routine; he dropped his keys into the top drawer of his dresser and went into the bathroom. He stripped off his work clothes and dawned a pair of pajamas. He slid his feet into a pair of ugly green slippers and smiled. They felt so nice, which is why he ignored their vomit color.
When he went into the kitchen he stared at the open window. He knew that he had not left it that way. Why would his mother or sister open the window? He pulled the window down and fumbled the lock into place. Who had been in his apartment? Should he call the police?
And I have no idea what to do with this…