Barn| Raymond Wadsworth

He looked out the window and saw the old barn standing there in the bright moonlight. Its paint was peeling off and some of the boards were warped. He remembered how they had planned to fix it up and build a small room up in the loft for when he would come home with his family. They didn't quite know how they were going to do the plumbing for the toilet and spa, but they still had time to figure it out, or so he thought. He took a walk over to the barn passing the small pond and remembering when he caught his first fish. "It's a big one isn't it?" It seemed like such a long time ago but he remembered it as if it was yesterday.

The 1966 Corvet was sitting inside the door when he opened it. They had started to restore it and it needed a lot of work. He sat down on the old tool table they had made together. He was a carpenter and mechanic and was good at his job. The memories came flooding in from the scent of the saw dust. "This half needs to be sanded a little more and it'll be perfect," were the words that rang in his head. He began to cry and couldn't stop. He had to let go, but how? He looked up and saw a set of wrenches. He would finish restoring the car because he would have wanted him to.