Anton dropped down to his hands and knees, his head bobbing as he panted, dripping sweat.
Unbeknownst to Anton, Fear and Eureka had arrived home not long ago and were watching him from the kitchen window.
“I got ‘em, I got ‘em, Dad,” he spoke to his father. “I beat ‘em, I beat ‘em for you.” He staggered to his feet and approached Bootsy who was standing before him with open arms. It wasn’t him though. It was actually one of the 2 x 4’s. The youngster was missing his pop’s so much he’d become delusional.
“You did good son, real good.” He imagined Bootsy’s voice. “Come here. Give your old man a hug.”
“I missed you, Dad. I missed you so much.” Anton’s emotions got the best of him. Tears manifested in his eyes and took a tour down his cheeks as he moved forth.
“I missed you too, champ. Br
