Farewell
Aydar looked around his apartment. The small, crowded room that had served as his home for the past year had returned to its original skeletal state. The bookshelves had been stripped and no longer seemed to cage the walls. Instead, they stood bare among the few boxes that Aydar had packed with his belongings. In the process of packing he’d managed to get rid of most of the items he had brought with him to the Foxberry.
Aydar turned away from the boxes and smiled. In the doorway stood a short plump woman with greying curly hair. She frowned and motioned towards the boxes. “If you don’t hurry up, the moving truck will leave without your things and you’ll be walking back to New York with those boxes.”
“At least it’ll build character. That’s what you always told me, mama, we do hard things and we try new things because it builds character.” Aydar smirked and picked up the boxes.
In an effort to reduce the trips between the truck and his apartment, Aydar had overestimated his strength and was now staggering down the hallway, trying not to trip on the raggedy carpet. Suddenly, he heard a sharp yowl and glanced down to see a small tabby cat by his feet. Aydar stepped back in shock, dropping the boxes. As he reached out to verify that the cat was okay he saw a pair of dark brown dress shoes approaching. “I’m sorry I almost stepped on your cat,” Aydar said hurriedly “she seems quite sweet.”
“What the hell were you thinking, carrying that many boxes at once? You’ve got the muscle tone of a noodle, boy. Give me one of those. You got lucky, if you had put your foot down a centimeter to the right I would have had to kill you.” With that, the old man grabbed a box and marched outside. Aydar grabbed the other box and hurried after him.
“Th-than-k you,” he said, slightly out of breath.
“Yeah, yeah, have fun wherever you’re going.”
Outside, the sun was setting and the streetlights had
dimmed. The street was empty except for Aydar and a bright orange moving truck. He closed the back of the truck right as his mother joined him outside, squeezing his arm gently. “Time to go,” she said softly.
Aydar turned away from the boxes and smiled. In the doorway stood a short plump woman with greying curly hair. She frowned and motioned towards the boxes. “If you don’t hurry up, the moving truck will leave without your things and you’ll be walking back to New York with those boxes.”
“At least it’ll build character. That’s what you always told me, mama, we do hard things and we try new things because it builds character.” Aydar smirked and picked up the boxes.
In an effort to reduce the trips between the truck and his apartment, Aydar had overestimated his strength and was now staggering down the hallway, trying not to trip on the raggedy carpet. Suddenly, he heard a sharp yowl and glanced down to see a small tabby cat by his feet. Aydar stepped back in shock, dropping the boxes. As he reached out to verify that the cat was okay he saw a pair of dark brown dress shoes approaching. “I’m sorry I almost stepped on your cat,” Aydar said hurriedly “she seems quite sweet.”
“What the hell were you thinking, carrying that many boxes at once? You’ve got the muscle tone of a noodle, boy. Give me one of those. You got lucky, if you had put your foot down a centimeter to the right I would have had to kill you.” With that, the old man grabbed a box and marched outside. Aydar grabbed the other box and hurried after him.
“Th-than-k you,” he said, slightly out of breath.
“Yeah, yeah, have fun wherever you’re going.”
Outside, the sun was setting and the streetlights had
dimmed. The street was empty except for Aydar and a bright orange moving truck. He closed the back of the truck right as his mother joined him outside, squeezing his arm gently. “Time to go,” she said softly.
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