The Brown Shoe Box
/ dedicated to Keith who may be blooming out from nowhere, you are a wildflower to my heart. Anyway Keith, I thought you no longer do graphics? /
SHE SIGHS HOPING IT WOULD CATCH HER MOTHER’S ATTENTION. She is now eighteen and as a fresh graduate of High School, she’s currently watching a re-run of How I Met Your Mother and her onyx eyes are about to fall down until the world’s now back to its usual state before creation.
So there was darkness, she recalls. That familiar statement she finds in the Bible always revolve around her mind as if it is her own mantra to stay alive and be happy, but the only thing she remembers besides television shows and late-night parties is her brother, Gregory, who might be at Asia enjoying his butt off as she sulk.
“Farleigh, get your butt up here right this second!” Her mother’s thundering voice shatters her thoughts to see the credits of the familiar ending she would always hum along. She stands up and walks up to the second floor of the Jones Residence and she sees her mother wearing the familiar maiden wear of a tank top and an 80’s skirt that reaches her knees. Her pale skin alongside the dazzling onyx eyes are now covered with harsh gleam.
“Yes Mama?”
“How many times do I have to tell you to NEVER trash your brother’s room?! What if he goes here out of a sudden and he sees that his room isn’t as how it is? Answer me Farleigh Carinthia Jones!” This time, her mother goes inside the room, that certain room she never visits only if she wants to cry alone in desperation to feel the rough hands of her brother to sweep the tears away but she does not recall eating pizza at this room.
She rolls her eyes before stepping in the four-walled beige room covered with old posters he no longer enjoys the presence of it in his old dorm now being occupied by a freshmen; she groans. “Mom, do you really think that I would trash Gregory’s room?”
Her mother nods. “Mom, I’m going to college for heaven’s sake! Can that prove that maturity blooms now at my age?”
“Would you blame Alexander for this mess?” She points at the scattered pizza boxes with crushed tin cans of Sprite and Coke.
“Yes Mom, I don’t know why he should not step this room.” She rolls her eyes before turning back to watch another show called The Crazy Ones when she hears the familiar voice of his favorite actor.
“Now where are you going, missy?”
“Uh…I am going down?” She says sarcastically before smiling.
“Oh no you don’t!” She grabs Farleigh’s wrist and she shrieks in a whispering way that might have meant a silent storm about to demolish the city ahead. Her eyes are now back to its usual color although her cheeks are tinted with red fire.
“I don’t care if it’s Alexander or you or a ghost. I just want you to clean up this mess. If you don’t clean this up, I swear I will never let you out on a party and your butt will never touch the sofa to watch your shows.” Farleigh sighs and grabs a nearby broom and a black bag to stuff the trash. She starts to sweep the dust off the floor and she could hear the familiar ‘creek’ sounds it would do when Gregory would jump up and down listening to Sting.
By the time she finishes sweeping, she picks up the pizza boxes with a familiar symbol of Shakey’s and stuff it inside the black bag that doesn’t fill much of it. She could hear a familiar snicker and she looks up to see Alexander.
“Do you know what trouble you’ve put me in?” She hisses.
“I certainly am familiar sis, I just want to piss mom off.”
“You son of a…” Alexander laughs and demands to walk out and say that Farleigh cursed in front of him, even though he is an eight year old. His mind wanders around the internet like he’s a seventeen year old.
She is left there to wipe the dirty stains of carbonated soda that spilled on Gregory’s pull-out bed that is now within the surface of the cabinet. She sighs and opens the cabinet, being greeted by the sudden force of gravity to pull it down. Of couse her eyes bulges to a bigger saucer and it wasn’t the loud crash of the mattress itself.
It was a shoe box that falls alongside the pull-out bed with the familiar symbol of Converse All-Stars and words written on top of the shoebox itself.
This is the world Farleigh, keep it :) –Love, Gregory.
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Author's Note: I really don't know what is inside my mind but I guess, it's as simple as that. At the side is the red sneakers, kk. VOTE if it is worth voting. COMMENT if you want to express out your thoughts. SHARE if you feel like sharing the love. ADD TO READING LIST/LIBRARY if you want more.
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Romina xoxo
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