What would you do if the woman you have loved since you where fifteen years disappears out of your life while you are doing a bid? No letters or
visit. You are finally free and ready to build your life to only find out she married the officer who arrested you? Treasure needs his help? Does he forgive her? Does love conquer all. Coming to Pink Kiss Publishing My debut novel Blue's Treasure.
Blue sat in his cell naked, hands on his head, the sounds of tires screeching and visions play back to the days he lost the two of the most important women in his life. They happen, in different eras of his life and in different ways. To Blue he had become all to familiar with lost of love ones, lost of friends being killed. It was a constant and the worst to do was dream while awake in the morning when the sun began to rise, when the world was beginning the day and after the count he heard nothing but the whispers of his mother’s words echoing she loved him. It was then he reminisced about his life, about his mother and the woman who walked into his life at fifteen who was destined to be his forever. Funny thing about forever it’s just a fairy tale nothing last for a lifetime, nothing.
He sat on the steps of the church the sky was gray, the day warm and rainy it was as if the earth was weeping over the lost of his Mother. She was being eulogized today and folks would be able to say their final good-byes. This moment came too early in her life it was because some drunken bastard sped down Humboldt Parkway and hit her as she crossed the street. Every one tried to convince him to come in the church, to watch people cry over the lost of his mother, to say farewell. The same people who ridiculed and talk about her behind her back, the same women who filled those seats where the same ones who was screwed his father behind his mother's back and had brunch with her and call themselves her friends. He saw her cross over to meet her maker and reality sat in that day he would never see his Mommy again. It marinated when the doctors pulled his father into the conference room at ECMC pronounce her dead.
Wasn't that enough? How many times did he have to be reminded of her death? How many times did he have to sit stuck on the fact she was gone? Goodbye is a fuck up word; its indefinite, no coming back from that. No fucking way was he sitting in the church seeing her in a coffin. He wanted her to call him snicker doodle one more time. To hear her yell at him about his sneakers being in the way its what he wanted just one more time. He needed to hear Marvin Gaye blasting through the windows while she clean on Saturdays.
His father walks out dressed in a black suit, baby blue silk tie and Stacy Adams his frame six feet four, built of nothing but muscle stands with his hands folded in front of him. His voice strained and eyes red from letting tears come from his eyes. His Daddy always reminded him of Vhing Rhames his stance, his rugged face with small holes in his face, his clean- head and thick mustache. He put his hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed it. Harper was a few inches short of his father, his high top fade, and his brown eyes, his pencil thin gold-tee and mustache. He resemblance was a combination of his mother and father. He had his mother deep dimples, his hair texture like hers, his hard look and height from his father and his Hershey bar complexion.
“Harper, you don't think this is hard for me, son. I love your mother with all my heart and soul. This is eating at me too, man. I'm in there and your mother would be proud of her only son walking in there like a man.” He looked his father in the eyes and for the first time his face was cold and hard as stone.
“No, Pops. I'm not going in there.” His father grabbed him by the collar and picks him up, his feet dangles off the ground, and his heart is racing. His father eyebrow raised, his teeth clinched and nose flared. He spoke,
“ You taking your ass in there, boy. This isn't a request son but an order.” Harper looked in his father's eyes for the first time without fear of him breaking him in half.” Eye to eye and face to face they stood off he refused to back down. His words spat out like fire.
