Addicted, adjective: physically and mentally dependent on a particular substance, and unable to stop taking it without incurring adverse effects, enthusiastically devoted to a particular thing or activity.Defiant, adjective: showing defiance.Filth, noun: disgusting dirt, obscene and offensive language or printed material, corrupt behavior; decadence, used as a term of abuse for a person or people one greatly despises.
Unseen
The room was
not the same as it was a month ago. The
apartment manager had all the windows and doors open. The walls and the surfaces on the furniture
and countertops had a black film over them.
The apartment had a full blown growth of mold spores. The bathroom had a leak in the wall and that
is where it started. The drywall broke
free and fell to the ground . The
moisture and the mold was airborn. The
heat was turned up to 90 degrees, and it was optimal for how fast the mold took over
the apartment.
The cleaners were
scheduled. The mold gave the apartment
the look of filth, but the occupant was the furthest from someone who did not
care about his environment. If you saw
beyond the black that covered everything, you would notice that everything was
in its place. The pillows correctly
fluffed on the couch. The mail in a single stack. No dirty dishes in the sink. Towels neatly folded in the cabinet. Dirty clothes in a basket, not thrown on the
floor. Nothing out of order. Even the cell phone was still charging. Everything was correctly placed, now covered
in black mold.
The body had
been removed by the coroner. The place
it had occupied was not black. The crime scene photos
were also removed by the investigators. The
report read that he had returned to
addiction and it was an overdose. His neighbors just thought he was out when
they knocked and no one answered the door for a month. They thought perhaps they just missed him and
would see him later.
It was hard
to watch the family. They disputed the
report. The sister was the one most defiant to the words on the paper. She did not shed a tear. She was so angry. “This did not happen. This is wrong. He was sober, he was clean. This was murder. Find the killers.” The ex-wife
too, was clearly shaken. Her words were
delirious, “We were making plans, we were getting back together.” The father looked around and told everyone to
get out. He did not think anyone should
look upon this horrific place and the more horrific spot that did not have any
mold on it. I know it was better they
saw it together instead of individually.
If they had come one by one, the sister would have punched everyone and
the ex-wife would have been tranquilized, and the father would have bulldozed
the place.
I just held
the keys that unlocked the door so the family could gather his belongings. I was silent.
I knew him too.
how sad but a great story
ReplyDeleteDo we really know our friends and relatives. Each of is an island. Great atmosphere you created here in your writing.
ReplyDeleteYou just wrote a screenplay... I could visualize the scene while reading....Well done!
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