Closed / To be Deleted

[Iilyda]

Ezra's dad still would not answer him. He might have been afraid, only, there was no abnormal in his household. His father was always doing something unpredictable, reckless, or completely irrational. Ezra reasoned his father had probably just hit a new mood swing today. That would mean trouble for Ezra and his mom, once she got home, but until then, Ezra couldn't be bothered with it. He had himself seated at the kitchen table, pulled out the truckload of Geometry homework Mr. Baker had given him over the weekend, and got started. Only, it was more than a little difficult to solve math problems in the pitch dark. Ezra soon gave up, walking over to the kitchen window to yank the curtains open when he froze. He knew better than to interfere with the "Procedure". Once, when he was five, Ezra closed a window his father had specifically wanted open and his dad flew into a frenzy. He still had a scar from his father's attack that ran from the corner of his eye to his cheekbone. That had been the event to finally convince Mom that his father needed "help". Ever since then, Ezra's father had been on meds. But Ezra still wasn't too sure. He left the curtains closed.

"Dad?" he called out again, wincing as his voice echoed harshly back into his ears. His father had turned their two-story into the scene of a horror movie. Ezra half expected his dad to jump out at any second, screaming like a banshee. But perhaps that was what was most eerie of all. There was absolutely no sign of Keefe Bowman in his house. And Ezra's father was always the center of attention. He made sure of it.

Ezra tossed his pencil onto the kitchen table and walked back into the foyer, turning in a circle to see if his dad was hiding in any notches or corners. His father liked right angles. They were divisable by five. "Dad, it's Ezra. Where you at?" No answer. Ezra began to check the downstairs rooms.

Mortimer looked reluctant, but nodded. It wasn't that he didn't trust his friend, but he felt oddly protective over Biddy. It had been him to shoot her. He figured he owed it to the Doberman to be her protector. Mortimer pushed himself back onto his feet, swaying slightly without his noticing, and pointed again the way he had come. With a motion for Joke to follow, he took off again across the creek, up the opposite bank, and began searching for the nearest marker he had carved. It was difficult in the dark - it took Mortimer quite a while before he found it and stood there, waiting for Joke to catch up.

[Starbaby]

(( Hum, hum. Can I set this as closed? It's old :T ))

[Iilyda]

{Hmmm... Yes, I suppose. Terribly sad to see it go, but I think this thread has thoroughly died. }