2020, Upstate New York.
On the winding rural street stands a large white house, with blue
shutters on every window, open and streaming with sunlight. The yard was
filled with bright flowers, blooming in every color of the rainbow, a
beautiful natural garden. Cutting the garden in half was a thin
cobblestone pathway leading to the tall columns around the entrance of
the house. A driveway on the side of the house leading to a detached,
yet color coordinated garage, energy efficient card parked in the
driveway along side three bicycles. The sounds of nature, and birds fill
the outside, and the sweet scent of a freshly cooked meal rushes you
upon nearing the door.
Inside this pretty little house lives a family. Once the door opens you
are rushed with the sounds of a dog barking, children laughing, and
cartoons very loud on the television in the living room. The two
children are ages 10 and 5, a perfect in between. The eldest was
watching the television, and the youngest chasing the young husky pup
around the house. In the kitchen a phone rings. A slightly tall woman,
around 28 years old nearly dropped the cookies she had just been pulling
out of the oven from the ring tone. She knew exactly who it was.
By the the time the father of the house enters, the loud building had
already fallen silent. The kids were gone, the dog was curled up asleep,
and the woman as well had disappeared. All that was left of either of
them was a purple post-it note on the fridge.
"Hun, I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly, but I will be home soon. I
had another phone call today..The kids are with my mom, you can pick
them up from school tomorrow. I love you.
He could do nothing but shake his head, get a drink out of the fridge
and head upstairs to bed.