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Rainfall on Unmarked Graves
Topic Started: Jun 3 2013, 10:07 PM (754 Views)
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((Raymond Dawson continued from SOTF: Version 4))

It wasn't often Ray got to come home anymore. Either he was training for a fight, or helping someone train, or he was fighting, and the schedule just didn't permit it. But when he got to come home, he savored it. Seeing the faces, the locales, feeling the brisk, cool air of Minnesota (a welcome change from New Mexico), always relaxed him. That sometimes he felt the old feelings, remembered what he had really left behind, didn't matter.

He had visited his mom and dad (he had stopped calling him Mike a few months after he came home) just yesterday afternoon. His mom had insisted he stay in his old room, and the feel of it almost broke him down. Being a fighter didn't do much to alleviate homesickness.

Alicia wasn't there; she had long since gone off to college to make something of herself. He was proud. She always made him proud.

But now it was time to visit his second family.

He had pulled up to the Hansen's driveway in his car, a new model black Lincoln MKX. They must have recently repainted; the front of the house was now a vivid yellow. He smiled; that had to be Mrs. Hansen's touch. He doubted Mr. Hansen went gentle in the night on it.

Ray took a breath and climbed out of his car. He took stock of himself. He thought he looked sharp in his vest and pinstriped shirt. Like he didn't beat people up for a living. The only thing that clashed was the array of gel bracelets on one wrist, their color faded from near-constant wearing.

He walked up to the front door, and knocked after straightening his tie one last time.

Edited by Outfoxd, Jun 3 2013, 10:34 PM.
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Alert, Alarm, almost giving way to panic. Mrs. Hansen face was drawn, haggard. The resemblance to her daughter, which Ray had to steel himself for every time he visited, was far less pronounced. She had no words for him, only hysteria.

When she grabbed his elbow, Ray reacted with instinct. He folded his free arm around the woman and pushed her head gently into his chest.

"Jesus Christ, what's going on?" He muttered, almost not expecting an answer. For a cold-gut second he was worried something had happened to the Hansen's youngest. She would've been going off to college, he thought. He hoped to God it wasn't that.

Then he was phone was vibrating in his left pocket.

"Oh for the love of..." He reached in and grabbed the phone. He held it up and looked at it, saw it was Felicia. Apparently hell had decided that it wasn't content where it was and had decided to liberate itself post-haste.

Ray hit "answer" and put the phone to his ear. "Hey."
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