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e11even · 10-05-2015, 12:40 PM

4:00 PM Monday... School was just let out.
That morning he asked his Mom and she'd just let him know now.
This was the address... slum on the west... Shoeless kids and bums abound.
Graffiti-riddled... This place was the start of his pugilist fouls.
"I wanna have your kids."
"... have juniors running around the house?"
His Mom told him the stories precursing his coming about.
There he stood, base of the stoop, counting it down.
-will he even acknowledge me?- curious, he peered in the house.
A white door, NBC peacock window, sunlight easing the shroud.
fuck. This is a waste of time. He wouldn't need me around...
He started to leave the bottom step, still listening for sounds.
No indication of life, so he headed back to his side of town...

"I promise, he will always love you."

4:00 am Tuesday... The cell was ringing extra.
He picked up thinking half-way house, but this was way better.
"Marcus, he came by yesterday. Did you hear him? "
" Nah, but I pulled a double, so I wasn't here for the message. "
Damn. I missed him again. it's hard to learn a lesson,
When chance is your courier and fate is your last indiscretion.
10 years. How do you make up for that?? His conscience posed the question.
Armed robbery can put a damper on family progression...
But that's the irony.He got back to ironing, shower,and dressing.
Getting ready for the interview of his life, for him life-threatening...

"I promise, we will find each other again. "

7:00 am Tuesday... Harold's breakfast in the caf.
-i better start focusing on these A's or Mom is breaking my ass... -
A sense of urgency came over him while eating his hash.
"Harold Jackson please report to Guidance Counselor Vance."
He hurried the sausage, gulped the oj, and dashed...
No Way I'm in trouble... Did staff find that stink bomb in the trash??
2nd floor... Each step was like he was taking his last...
Thoughts wandering with thisominous tension, heart beating fast...
A figure stood at the top of the stairs. Tears welled up and, "Dad!!"
Was what Marcus had hoped for, but surprise stopped Harold's advance.

"Marcus, give him time. Take the first step... "

They met and shook hands.
Both smiling with a timid excitement, tears finally land.
"HI."
"Hey."
It was all they hoped for. Now they both had their second chance.
Don't let your boy grow up a fatherless man.

10-05-2015, 12:40 PM	#5
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	Baby Steps. 4:00 PM Monday... School was just let out. That morning he asked his Mom and she'd just let him know now. This was the address... slum on the west... Shoeless kids and bums abound. Graffiti-riddled... This place was the start of his pugilist fouls. "I wanna have your kids." "... have juniors running around the house?" His Mom told him the stories precursing his coming about. There he stood, base of the stoop, counting it down. -will he even acknowledge me?- curious, he peered in the house. A white door, NBC peacock window, sunlight easing the shroud. fuck. This is a waste of time. He wouldn't need me around... He started to leave the bottom step, still listening for sounds. No indication of life, so he headed back to his side of town... "I promise, he will always love you." 4:00 am Tuesday... The cell was ringing extra. He picked up thinking half-way house, but this was way better. "Marcus, he came by yesterday. Did you hear him? " " Nah, but I pulled a double, so I wasn't here for the message. " Damn. I missed him again. it's hard to learn a lesson, When chance is your courier and fate is your last indiscretion. 10 years. How do you make up for that?? His conscience posed the question. Armed robbery can put a damper on family progression... But that's the irony.He got back to ironing, shower,and dressing. Getting ready for the interview of his life, for him life-threatening... "I promise, we will find each other again. " 7:00 am Tuesday... Harold's breakfast in the caf. -i better start focusing on these A's or Mom is breaking my ass... - A sense of urgency came over him while eating his hash. *"Harold Jackson please report to Guidance Counselor Vance."* He hurried the sausage, gulped the oj, and dashed... No Way I'm in trouble... Did staff find that stink bomb in the trash?? 2nd floor... Each step was like he was taking his last... Thoughts wandering with thisominous tension, heart beating fast... A figure stood at the top of the stairs. Tears welled up and, "Dad!!" Was what Marcus had hoped for, but surprise stopped Harold's advance. "Marcus, give him time. Take the first step... " They met and shook hands. Both smiling with a timid excitement, tears finally land. "HI." "Hey." It was all they hoped for. Now they both had their second chance. Don't let your boy grow up a fatherless man. __________________ Ahem.