Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2014 23:18:04 GMT -5
Home... it meat so many things to Lochlan, both good and bad. Home was where his mother was, a mother that needed him, despite the aid she got from neighbors. he loved his mother dearly and would indeed do all he could for her. For her, he was happy to be going home.
But home was also the place where his father was killed by his uncle. Home served as a dark memory of that every time he saw the place- the rooms his father occupied, the woods he hunted in. Home made him hurt the worst of pains.
Lochlan sat and looked out the window. His thoughts were all on his mother and father, and what home would be like that summer. Would all the hunting and fishing distract him again? What Ellen be able to come visit or would he be able to visit her?
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the candy trolley. The elderly lady asked if he wanted anything and he politely declined. She smiled and went on her way and he went back to his thoughts.
But home was also the place where his father was killed by his uncle. Home served as a dark memory of that every time he saw the place- the rooms his father occupied, the woods he hunted in. Home made him hurt the worst of pains.
Lochlan sat and looked out the window. His thoughts were all on his mother and father, and what home would be like that summer. Would all the hunting and fishing distract him again? What Ellen be able to come visit or would he be able to visit her?
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the candy trolley. The elderly lady asked if he wanted anything and he politely declined. She smiled and went on her way and he went back to his thoughts.