Thread: All Alone in the Woods (Chainedkitten and Anansi)

Ankab stood by his car and sighed. He had completely forgotten about this gate and the path on his way here. After the funeral he had simply gone back to work and quit intent to live out his days as his father would have wanted to. He would live out the man's dream. Still in his black suit he leaned against the gate completely having forgotten he had a remote for the motors that were out of sight due to his memories of his father doing the same and simply began to push forcing the gate back in a display of strength as it creaked due to its sheer weight. The cut of his suit stretched as he did so muscles hidden beneath its smooth surface trying to push out of their prison of cloth as he did so. His mind flooded back to all the times he had seen his father do this exact same thing so many times when he was younger. Finishing pushing it back he looked at his bmw and sighed at the thought of the excess remembering how simply they had lived after his mother left. Six hundred acres with a lake in the middle. His father's side on the north and his mother's on the south of it. Two houses built exactly opposite one another since the time of the divorce when he was ten. He hadn't seen his mother much since, not for lack of trying on her part but simply because she felt like a stranger to him. In the last twelve years he had grown up without her. Cut that time in half and he had started college without her being around much, the occasional card or present. Her calling him to cry about how he had rejected her. In the last three he had been taking care of his sick father taking a job in the city the old man despised so much, forcing the old man to come to that city and stay in a top care hospital facility. He had poured hundreds of thousands into caring for the once powerful woodsman who had become and enfeebled old man far before his time. He stared upwards, his hazel-green eyes staring aimlessly at the sky, wondering if there really was a creator who would revel in such horrid irony that a man who had lived all his life in the city died hooked up to a machine in the middle of a bustling metropolis that he despised with all of his heart. Ankab looked downwards after staring at his hands as he thought of his father, the backs of them were unmarred, a tapestry of unbroken rich dark caramel colored flesh, his palm smooth as a river rock. He had come up here till six years previous, each year living the life of a woodsman, living with his father, then it all ended so suddenly. In the end, his hands dwarfed those of the shell of a father he had remaining. Reaching up he pulled off his black tie and undid his collar before he ran his hands along his short curly hair. He had so much left, and yet he had nothing. He had expected things to get better, he had raised millions in a short amount of time to try and make it better. He had hired the best, he had tried everything, or at least so it had seemed. Da.. Stopping short he stood and turned to face the sound of the approaching vehicle heading down the trail. Mother. He said slowly as he looked up pondering if she had the alarm go off in her cabin and headed down to talk to him.