Unfinished Business (cont.?)

“I don’t care for what you’ve done with the place…”I said under my breath.

I hope he didn’t hear me, I thought to myself as we continued to walk inside.

At the time, I was currently visiting an old friend of mine from elementary school. We’ll just call this friend Greg. And Greg at this time lived in a nice neighborhood with a three story house with the additional luxuries of money and maids that could satisfy almost his every need. However, despite his very fortunate lifestyle, my initial comment wasn’t directed at his actual house, but rather towards a small brown shack that was barely noticeable at the edge of the forest just behind it.

As I walked behind his house closing nearer towards the shack in the distance, I noticed the gloomy forest that surrounded it. Most of the trees’ leaves had fallen from their branches and landed onto the damp ground. I also saw a large amount of them accumulate on the top of what looked like his old pool. The pool had a moss green tarp covering it’s leftover contents inside, and lay filled with dried and dead brown leaves which seemed to create a muddy puddle on top of it. However, other brighter colors of fall began to mix into it as well with leaves of red, yellow, and orange. The mixture of leaves on the now closed pool made me think of how old memories can just be overwritten by newer ones. Thinking this, I simply stopped looking and continued walking.

After a couple minutes of silent walking, Greg and I arrived at a decent sized dark brown shack. Before any words could come out of my mouth, he opened the heavy wooden door in front of us and stepped inside. There was a quick flash of luminescent light that blinded me before being swallowed back up when the door slammed shut. This is already so different I thought as I touched my hand against the wet outside wall of the structure. Keeping my hand in place, my gaze lifted into the sky in search of nearby branches of surrounding trees. I fixated on some of the lower branches and found old, tired looking strands of rope tied against the trunk, hugging the tree as if refusing to let go. They must’ve been up there for so long, they should’ve worn away by now. I wonder if I could’ve just done th-

“Hey, you coming in or nah?”

His sudden beckoning snapped me to attention toward the rest of the world and halted my train of thought from the destination it was desperately going to.

“Yeah… I’m coming.”

I stopped in my tracks, turned my attention back to the dark wooden door, and pulled it open to what I wished was the inside I’d known. Unfortunately, the luminescent light from earlier, once again shined brightly into eyes, temporarily blinding me of the inside. Eventually stepping into the structure I saw the entirety of the inside, just as I was expecting. Two lamps stood in the back corners of the wood shack wired to an independent generator placed against the middle back wall of the room. On top of it was a mini flat screen television, with a miniature fridge next to it. Two summer time lawn chairs lay in the middle of the floor in front of the supposed screening area. To the sides of the room were boxes full of stuff I couldn’t distinguish, as well as an old couch that looked like it’s seen the rest of it’s original days. Sitting on that couch was Greg, on his phone. Then, he looked up at me as if he was expecting me to say something but I didn’t. I showed him my disinterest for the place.

“So what did you want to show me?”

His eyebrows furrowed and when he opened his mouth nothing came out.

“Hey, Greg, it was great to come over like old time but I gotta be somewhere soon so I should probably get going.”

I gave him a little wave and began to turn when he suddenly stood up and said

“What do you mean, what I wanted to show you? This, all of this. I wanted you to see all of this!”

I turned back around at him and looked him in his eyes, they began to fill with tears.