Tuesday, December 11, 2012
What Is Left Behind
The baby's father would park his motorcycle on the lawn near the front door. Maybe to keep an eye on his prized possession when he was inside the small house, or maybe to have the motorcycle ready for a quick getaway.
The motorcycle would be gone all day sometimes. Then the dad would bring his friends home for an evening, followed by several days of absence.
The young mother continued to sit outside each afternoon, comforting her baby through her own tears.
The motorcycle did not return.
One day the meager possessions were packed into a friend's small truck.
The little house is empty now. The only evidence of the short time tenants is a large green trash can overflowing and boxes and trash scattered at the road.
Hopefully the baby was not named after his father.
Note: This is fiction, I watched a girl with her baby and wrote this story.