CHAPTER 18
“How’s your dad doing now?”
The man’s voice rung in the air, first out of the darkness, then appearing before him in the familiar cabin sitting in the valley of the desert.
“I…I guess he’s doing a little better. He’s home now, we’re all glad.” The boy replied uneasily – somewhat unwilling to share the full truth of his father’s health.
The man in the black suit rocked back and forth in the old rocking chair, which echoed in the dead silence like a chainsaw. This time there was no sign of the hospital bed that his father lay dying on the last time he was here, the cabin was empty except for the left over furnishings of a once past life. The light of the mid-day sun trickled in from beneath the closed door, casting the room in a serene glow where specs of sand floated fr
