The Two Peters
The sky is dark, the sun covered by puffy gray clouds as it is
slowly being pushed to the east by the light caressing wind. Sunday mornings,
the time for church and worship, feel different in the melancholy mood.
The small neighborhood church adorned by the stained glass is not
smiling at the passerby and air around it is heavy and hard to breathe. The
usual people inside it is not singing the common hymns and the pastor
not preaching the usual verses, instead, everyone is quiet and dressed
in the many shades of black. Rows of parallel black lines paint the pews
for the many men and women sits upon it, most of whom are crying or
have been crying. Majority of the kids are too young to realize what is
going on, have dry eyes and just look around in silence. One boy,
however, is sitting by himself in the farthest possible seat looking
down at his feet.
An old man didn't notice the boy earlier and seeing him all alone, he decides to keep him company. He looks to be in his late fifties or maybe the early sixties, obviously not any younger with the ever increasing wrinkles. His face is clean of any excess hair and the hair combed back and held in place with a spray. Just one look and one can tell that this man properly grooms himself on a daily basis.The gentleman walks in a military fashion towards the youth and occasionally doing a playful skip, and when he reaches the boy, he looks up at him. The boy has a fair almond hair and searing green irises. Even with the puffy cried out eyes and the snot filled nose, he is still the beautiful boy that he remembers. There is a moment of silence before one of them decides to speak. "Hi grandpa Pete."
"Hello Peter. Sorry I didn't say hi earlier" It's always weird having to call someone else by the same name, but neither of them seems to mind.
The silence increases in volume before he sits down next to him and holds on to boy's hand. "Hey grandpa Pete?" The boy's green eyes gazes into his own. "Can you tell me stories about Grandma?"
Peter's devilish grin spreads across his face as he hears those words. He loves telling stories to the children and the kids love him when he takes them on adventures. "Well Peter, it was one summer night and my shadow was up to no good again. It was always playing hide and seek with me, and that fiend decided to hide in Wendy's room." It felt just like yesterday when Wendy and her brothers were still kids not "sleepy" yet.