Adrian's POV
I look up from the book I am reading, glancing out the window of the train car. I look across from me and smile at Alice. She leans forward and rubs my knee. She knows I am nervous. It has been four years since I have been back to Brooklyn after deciding to live with her in Maine. I shake myself out of my fog and look back out of the window as the conductor announces we have arrived.
Alice takes my hand and squeezes it. Even though I am seventeen and she is twenty-seven she treats me like a small child, which at some times is refreshing. We walk with our bags out onto the busy street. Alice looks down at me and giggles which is weird.
"What?" I ask her curiously
"We are making a special stop before going to Mom and Dad's." She says dragging me down the street. I realize where we are as soon as we arrive. Mom and Dad got a new house close to the beach. That means we are close to the grave yard.
"No, no, no, no, no." I say trying to pull back
"Ian you haven't been hears in years, I think you need a visit and to pay your respects." Alice concludes pulling me to the all too familiar grave.
I look down at the small headstone that reads:
Here lies the body of Vito Seminarra
Died at the age of fourteen
A loving brother, son, and friend
May he rest in peace
I smile at the thought of Vito. It has been years since he crossed my mind, no I wish I could say that, it has only been days. I think of Vito anytime something good happens to me or I meet someone new.
Alice smiles at me and walks away moving closer to the road so that I may have some peace as I remember my best friend.
Five years later
A piercing scream leads from upstairs and I make no move to roll out of bed. My husband of two years gets up from bed and I hear his footsteps on the stairs. When he comes back he is holding our baby boy.
"Shhh, its okay baby boy shhhh calm down." He coos bringing the crying child to me
"Hey now there is no need to be crying at this ungodly hour, Vito." I say playfully scolding him.
YOU ARE READING
One day in Brooklyn
Historical FictionThere is a boy named Vito who lives in an apartment lost in the streets of Brooklyn. It is 1949, just after the war has ended. Vito is suffering grief, his father died in the war. His Father, though he might deny it, held his life together, when Vit...
