Post by HappyTuesday on Mar 21, 2004 11:30:52 GMT -5
--------------------------------
Crimson Tears (Prologue)
--------------------------------
Fate must be mad, that had to be the only reason for it Anthony growled, as another daft of frigid air lashed at his face, sending chills careening through his spine; like bursts of flame on raw flesh. Oh how he loathed the season; partly because of the mass crowds just swarming over trivial appurtenances, in order to show tawdry displays of affection and partly because it meant another year of having to sit ruefully by while his dad slipped deeper and deeper into the depths of depression.
It hadn’t always been this way naw… not at all, his father Rex Brady; was the kind of guy who’d take his son to the park for a game of catch or on those cold brisk days when the weather was just inhospitable for any type of outdoor activity Rex was always there to hang out and watch movies. A real family man, at least he was. But all that had changed when Mimi died; Anthony’s mother, Rex’s wife; ten years ago Rex changed.
He could still remember the day they’d found out, it was summer, he’d hit his first homerun, in the park just north of where they lived; the lethargic scent of the dirt hung fresh in his mind, foot steps pounding deep into the ground, heart racing but best of all his dad was there to cheer him on every step of the way, though only a practice game it had meant the world to Anthony. Everything seemed so perfect they even stopped for ice cream on the way home to celebrate; then fell asleep in front of the television after watching a favourite movie. Funny isn’t it, one minute you can be on top of it all only to have everything you ever held dear crash and burn at your very feet. In this case it came in the form of a phone call. Anthony just stood there in udder shock as he watched his father collapse to his knees. That was the last time he’d ever seen his dad; the real Rex anyway, it wasn’t till later did he learn that his mom had taken an alternate route to avoid mid afternoon traffic when she was hit by an oncoming vehicle that had run a red light, she’d died instantly. It had taken the hospital all evening to track them down, now Rex was a broken man.
Another violent gust of what Anthony now called reality forced him back into a present frame of mind, a storm was approaching and he’d at best be getting home. Now days it would be considered luck for him to see his dad sober but with the holidays approaching the probability of that was considered low. Rex had lost so much in his life, his dad, his sister and now his wife but he still had… his son.
Crimson Tears (Prologue)
--------------------------------
Fate must be mad, that had to be the only reason for it Anthony growled, as another daft of frigid air lashed at his face, sending chills careening through his spine; like bursts of flame on raw flesh. Oh how he loathed the season; partly because of the mass crowds just swarming over trivial appurtenances, in order to show tawdry displays of affection and partly because it meant another year of having to sit ruefully by while his dad slipped deeper and deeper into the depths of depression.
It hadn’t always been this way naw… not at all, his father Rex Brady; was the kind of guy who’d take his son to the park for a game of catch or on those cold brisk days when the weather was just inhospitable for any type of outdoor activity Rex was always there to hang out and watch movies. A real family man, at least he was. But all that had changed when Mimi died; Anthony’s mother, Rex’s wife; ten years ago Rex changed.
He could still remember the day they’d found out, it was summer, he’d hit his first homerun, in the park just north of where they lived; the lethargic scent of the dirt hung fresh in his mind, foot steps pounding deep into the ground, heart racing but best of all his dad was there to cheer him on every step of the way, though only a practice game it had meant the world to Anthony. Everything seemed so perfect they even stopped for ice cream on the way home to celebrate; then fell asleep in front of the television after watching a favourite movie. Funny isn’t it, one minute you can be on top of it all only to have everything you ever held dear crash and burn at your very feet. In this case it came in the form of a phone call. Anthony just stood there in udder shock as he watched his father collapse to his knees. That was the last time he’d ever seen his dad; the real Rex anyway, it wasn’t till later did he learn that his mom had taken an alternate route to avoid mid afternoon traffic when she was hit by an oncoming vehicle that had run a red light, she’d died instantly. It had taken the hospital all evening to track them down, now Rex was a broken man.
Another violent gust of what Anthony now called reality forced him back into a present frame of mind, a storm was approaching and he’d at best be getting home. Now days it would be considered luck for him to see his dad sober but with the holidays approaching the probability of that was considered low. Rex had lost so much in his life, his dad, his sister and now his wife but he still had… his son.