Welcome to the first musical story of 2021 – Closing the Door!
Here’s a fun musical story called Closing the Door, inspired by Closure – Taylor Swift.
Closing The Door
I see him every day on the front porch, sitting on that bench. His golden retriever lays beside him with his head on his paws looking at the street, watching cars drive by. The man smokes his pipe. I didn’t think people had pipes anymore. Occasionally, he leans forward to pat his dog’s head, but his eyes never leave the house across the street.
One day, as my group of friends walk by his house on the way to school, I’m dared to go talk to him. There are rumors going around that he eats children’s souls and feeds the bones to his dog. I’m too old to believe in that stuff, but as I walk up his driveway I feel fear growing in the pit of my stomach.
When I reach the bottom step, I turn to my friends who are giggling and urging me forward. “Excuse me, Sir, you’re Mr. Oswald, aren’t you?”
The man glimpses at me before staring back at the house across the road. “I am.” His voice is low and gravelly, but not rude.
“My mom’s an in-home nurse. She comes here to cook meals for you sometimes and give you your medicine.”
“Mrs. Parker,” he says with an airy tone, “Nice woman.”
“Mr. Oswald, my friends and I were wondering, um… well, I…”
“I know there are rumours about me. You kids are scared of me. Wonder why I’m always sitting here, staring off into space. I’m the crazy old kook.”
I looked at the ground. “I wouldn’t call you crazy.”
He chuckled. “It’s all right. Your mother talks about you a lot. You’re her eldest daughter, right?”
“Don’t let anything come between you and your mother. It’s a special relationship. Let your pride get in the way and you’ll end up like me, staring at the house your son once lived. You’ll miss the time you had together, but are too stubborn to make amends.”
“You don’t see your son anymore?”
He whistled, and the dog jumped up and went through the dog door of the house. Taking a drag of his pipe, he shuffled towards me and stopped at the top of the stairs. “He moved away long ago before I had the chance to apologize. It’s too late for me, but you’re young. Plenty of time to hug your mother.”
It didn’t feel right to leave yet as he stared at the house. “I’m sorry about your son. Maybe you can make amends one day. Get the closure you need.”
He shook his head. “I don’t deserve that.” Without a goodbye, he walked into the house and closed the door.
My friends called at me to come back, but my feet wouldn’t move. I stared at the bench where the old man sat. I wouldn’t see him there the next morning. Mom said he moved away, but was it to the right place?
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