This One Thing

It was September now and Kirk was out of time. After the diagnosis there were few options left. There was little of him left except this one desire. His wife took everything while he was in the hospital and found a new man, one not dying at least. His money helped. But Kirk only wanted one thing. The thing beyond measure.

It would be heavy, heavy for him now at least. Not like just years ago when he could spin his son exalted to the horizon. His little eyes beaming and all life held promise. After years of trying, they bore this golden boy shrieking joy into the sunset.

Exhaustion upon exhaustion the world was heavy but he grabbed the scant tools he needed and made his way to the house. She and her lover long asleep. He pried the side window open and propping himself up on a milk crate, collapsed into the living room, the pain excruciating. It was right there. He took the box and held it out the window. “I am so sorry.” It landed with a soft thud as he dropped himself to the ground after. He picked up his son’s ashes. “Hi, baby boy.”