Writetober Day 9 (Swing)

Thank you to all that have been reading these and keeping me motivated!  Day 9 is here and we still have quite a ways to go.  Enjoy!

Writetober Day 9

Swing

                “There is so much shit down here.”  Tom grunted as he lifted a heavy box.  “Why couldn’t we go to the bank and send the girls here?”

“How would that have worked?  You, not being my mom, asking to open a lockbox that is under her name.”  Kyle laughed back.

“It would beat trying to find a ring in a mountain of boxes and dust in your mom’s basemement.”

The two continued working, lifting and moving boxes to then search through them.  Not knowing what exactly to look for made the process that much harder and time consuming.

“Ha!  Look at this picture.”  Tom held an old photo in his hands.  “Looks like your grandpa and grandma, and they don’t look much older than you.”

Kyle studied the photo, he had a smile on his face looking at his younger, happier grandparents.  His grandmother was sitting on a swing, hanging from a massive oak tree.  Her husband stood behind her, stoic and proud.  Their hands were clasped and resting on his grandmothers’ shoulder.  Kyle’s eyes widened as he noticed the two were wearing rings, not wedding rings.

“They have the rings on in the picture!”  Kyle pointed for Tom to see.

“Jeeze, how long has that thing been around?  Any date on the back?”

Kyle flipped the photo over.  There was no date, but instead, a note.

“I promise to always come back to this moment.  Love, Nathaniel.”  Kyle spoke the words his grandfather wrote.

“Mom, was there a swing at grandpa and grandma’s house?”  Kyle was frantically starting his car as Tom buckled into the passenger seat.

“Yea hun, they took it down before you were born though, why?  Wait, did you guys find the ring?”  His moms voice came through the phone.

“No, but I think I know where it is.  When you are done at the bank, met us back at my house.”  Kyle hung up and sped out of his mother’s driveway.

“How exactly is this going to work?  There are people living in the house and it’s the middle of the day on Saturday.”  Tom quizzed as they pulled up to the curb across from the house.

“I am going to go to the tree and look for the ring, you’re going to distract whoever is home.  Use your improv skills.”  Kyle got out of the car and scurried across the street and around the back of the house.

“What improv skills?”  Tom asked no one.

The doorbell rang as Tom stood at the front door, unsure of what was about to happen.  Opening the door, a large, well built man stared at Tom.  If he wasn’t a professional body builder, he should have been.

“Can I help you?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, this is the wrong house.”  Tom quickly walked back to the car and quietly apologized to Kyle, who was hopefully finding the ring.

Tom’s anxiety as he waited for Kyle to get back was instantly replaced by fear as he watched Kyle turn the corner from behind the house.  The mountain of a man that greeted Tom was barreling toward Kyle as he sprinted to the car.  Fortunately, in Kyle’s dirt covered hands was a box, hopefully the box they needed.

“Start the fucking car!”  Kyle screamed through hard breathing.

Roars and profanity leapt from the man’s mouth as he chased Kyle to the car.  Tom didn’t hesitate, he unlocked the driver door and fired up the car.  Kyle was able to close and lock the car just as the man reached it.

“I’m gonna kill you two!”  The man pounded on the glass dividing him ad the two scared men inside.

“Drive, drive, drive!”  Tom shouted as Kyle slammed on the gas.

“Some distraction you were.”  Kyle finally spoke after enough distance from the house.

“What did you expect from me?  Did you see that guy?!”  Tom tried to laugh.

“At least I found what we needed.”  Kyle tossed the box to Tom.

Tom cracked the wooden box open to reveal the ring inside.