Sean finally got out of bed after lying around for a couple hours. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen. It was cold and dark in there. No dishes or food waiting for him. It looked like both the stove and the sink hadn’t been used in weeks. He opened the lid to the trash and a rancid stench hit him square in the face. Piles of wrappers, containers, and remnants of food filled the bag. He tied the bag up and dragged it out to the curb. He saw his neighbor, Mr. Nels watering his flower beds from his back deck. Sean waved over to him, but he wasn’t seen. A black Tesla with a MSU bumper sticker was parked in the driveway. He smiled slightly to himself. Maybe Rachel was home too. He turned around, headed down his driveway and back toward his Mother’s house. The house needed a lot of work. The front of the house was covered in overgrown ivy. The roof was dilapidated with a plethora of missing shingles. And the grass and plants in the yard were about 3 feet high.
It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. This was the first time he had been back since his father passed away.
