Hello. Again. -MDM- (not the drug thems me initials)
Apr 18, 2021 21:05:37 GMT -5
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Post by somethingwicked on Apr 18, 2021 21:05:37 GMT -5
Murphy Doyle Maher wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing. Looking at it, he sees its not a phone call, but a face time request from his daughter Shanon. Grabbing a shirt and pants, he quickly gets dressed to look appropriate for the call. Having spent a very long time in prison, he know enjoys the act of sleeping nude, even if he no longer gets to do so next to the love of his life. He connects the call just in time and she begins to talk immediately. She asks how he’s doing, if he’s eating, when was the last time he left the house, and a million other questions that only an overexcited, and overinvested child would dare. As Murphy walks about the house, getting ready for his day, her tone becomes increasingly more somber. She asks why the house is such a mess, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her. Because she left it that way.
Everything she left behind, he left where it was. Magazines on the bathroom floor. Towels on the edge of the tub. Glass in the sink, coffee cup in the garage. Book marks inside books that she’d never get the chance to finish reading. In his mind, she wasn’t gone. She was just in the next room. In a room it would be a long time until he was able to walk into. His daughter pressed him for answers but he just told her he hadn’t gotten around to cleaning it. When he told her he had to go it wasn’t because he didn’t want her to know his pain, it was because he didn’t want her to see it escape. His eyes welled, and his lip quivered, and he remember what it felt like to hold her. To smell her hair after a shower. Or to feel the way she scratched his back so perfectly. Feelings that he’d had for such a short amount of time, and would spend the rest of forever missing with all of his being.
He brewed a cup of coffee and sat on the back deck of the house. She had loved the deck. She would sit out here in the snow, in the rain, or in the heat. She’d talk to clients, to co-workers, to Damon mostly. He was one of her favorites. He’d taken her in as a partner and even given her the go ahead to start her own sub firm. Because despite what Xavier thought, Damon was a good man. Maybe not as great as some feline themed wrestlers, but good enough.
Thinking back to the last time they were together out here, he closed his eyes and pictured it. It was a saturday. And neither had anything to do, which was rare. They fell asleep on the hammock and when they woke up, they were drenched by the rain that had finally come. And they came to. It isn’t easy having sex in a hammock, but it’s well worth it if you try. He smiled at how complicated it was, and then began to weep at how it might never happen again.
Walking back into the house, he put his cup in the sink, and washed his hands. He sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, intent to watch some sappy romance movie to help the sadness feel even worse. But instead, he got the news.
‘Thomas Marke, billionaire import magnate, has been arrested on multiple charges of child pornography, drug running, and illegal arm sales. Several of his homes were raided late last night where a trailer full of child porn was found, a cache of weapons, as well as proof that a yacht of his was transformed into a mobile drug lab. Marke was picked up in Domestic waters early this morning where FBI say he was attempting to flee the country. The stock market has not taken the news well and dropped the price of Marke IEC to just unde-’
(MDM)
They did it. They got ‘em. They fookin got ‘em.
Dane Preston’s picture appeared on Murphy’s phone, and he picked it up. The two began to talk about how Xavier had pulled it off. How Vin, and Anicka, and even Damon had done the unthinkable and toppled a giant. How the people in this business may not see it, but the rest of the world had. And they were now on notice. Murphy didn’t hear the first knock, because he was laughing at the idea that Dane could’ve done it sooner, which was Dane’s way of making Murphy laugh. But the second one he did. Making his way to the door, he held the phone between his shoulder and head, and opened the door. His eyes landed on the feet of the person, wearing a pair of old white sneakers and a pair of skinny jeans. As his eyes rose up, he saw the scars, and the bruising, and the sadness. And then in an instance, he saw his Sarah.
(Sarah Wolf)
Thanks. Forgot my keys.
Dane Preston never heard the goodbye, because there was none. Murphy Doyle Maher had woken up today prepared to continue the longest goodbye he’d ever told. The goodbye that began months ago, and was thought to continue forever. But now, he was about to embark on the longest ‘hello. Again’ the world had ever seen.
Everything she left behind, he left where it was. Magazines on the bathroom floor. Towels on the edge of the tub. Glass in the sink, coffee cup in the garage. Book marks inside books that she’d never get the chance to finish reading. In his mind, she wasn’t gone. She was just in the next room. In a room it would be a long time until he was able to walk into. His daughter pressed him for answers but he just told her he hadn’t gotten around to cleaning it. When he told her he had to go it wasn’t because he didn’t want her to know his pain, it was because he didn’t want her to see it escape. His eyes welled, and his lip quivered, and he remember what it felt like to hold her. To smell her hair after a shower. Or to feel the way she scratched his back so perfectly. Feelings that he’d had for such a short amount of time, and would spend the rest of forever missing with all of his being.
He brewed a cup of coffee and sat on the back deck of the house. She had loved the deck. She would sit out here in the snow, in the rain, or in the heat. She’d talk to clients, to co-workers, to Damon mostly. He was one of her favorites. He’d taken her in as a partner and even given her the go ahead to start her own sub firm. Because despite what Xavier thought, Damon was a good man. Maybe not as great as some feline themed wrestlers, but good enough.
Thinking back to the last time they were together out here, he closed his eyes and pictured it. It was a saturday. And neither had anything to do, which was rare. They fell asleep on the hammock and when they woke up, they were drenched by the rain that had finally come. And they came to. It isn’t easy having sex in a hammock, but it’s well worth it if you try. He smiled at how complicated it was, and then began to weep at how it might never happen again.
Walking back into the house, he put his cup in the sink, and washed his hands. He sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, intent to watch some sappy romance movie to help the sadness feel even worse. But instead, he got the news.
‘Thomas Marke, billionaire import magnate, has been arrested on multiple charges of child pornography, drug running, and illegal arm sales. Several of his homes were raided late last night where a trailer full of child porn was found, a cache of weapons, as well as proof that a yacht of his was transformed into a mobile drug lab. Marke was picked up in Domestic waters early this morning where FBI say he was attempting to flee the country. The stock market has not taken the news well and dropped the price of Marke IEC to just unde-’
(MDM)
They did it. They got ‘em. They fookin got ‘em.
Dane Preston’s picture appeared on Murphy’s phone, and he picked it up. The two began to talk about how Xavier had pulled it off. How Vin, and Anicka, and even Damon had done the unthinkable and toppled a giant. How the people in this business may not see it, but the rest of the world had. And they were now on notice. Murphy didn’t hear the first knock, because he was laughing at the idea that Dane could’ve done it sooner, which was Dane’s way of making Murphy laugh. But the second one he did. Making his way to the door, he held the phone between his shoulder and head, and opened the door. His eyes landed on the feet of the person, wearing a pair of old white sneakers and a pair of skinny jeans. As his eyes rose up, he saw the scars, and the bruising, and the sadness. And then in an instance, he saw his Sarah.
(Sarah Wolf)
Thanks. Forgot my keys.
Dane Preston never heard the goodbye, because there was none. Murphy Doyle Maher had woken up today prepared to continue the longest goodbye he’d ever told. The goodbye that began months ago, and was thought to continue forever. But now, he was about to embark on the longest ‘hello. Again’ the world had ever seen.
