KillGill
Snap out of it
Johnathan trailed up the stairs with a rather large moving box in his hands. He struggled to keep his balance.As he arrived to the front door of the newly bought house, the poorly painted porch scuffing below his feet. Johnathan backed into the house, carefully, making sure not to drop the box. It was heavy, and that's how he knew it was expensive. He trailed backwards, taking slow and careful steps until hitting his back against the Stair Rails.
He could feel the weight of the box shifting to one side. Quickly, he moved his body to where the box was tipping. Left, then Right, Then even further right. The box had tipped to far to the right and the box tumbled out of his hands. As the box impacted with the floor, a loud crashing noise came from the contents of the box.
Johnathan lifted the box upright, the broken glass sliding around inside of it. He cut open the packing tape and opened up the box. Damn. Inside of it was the broken pieces of his wife's handmade ceramic lamp. It was His favorite one. She made just for him for their wedding anniversary.
Johnathan peered up the nearby staircase, calling out the names of his kids. His three sons weren't all taking the trip as lightly as Johnathan was. The house, despite being substantially bigger then the house in Wyoming, was cheaper then their original house. Johnathan blamed it on the California drought. But it was a nice house, It was right on the beach, and just a few minutes out of town.
"Jaden, Andrew, Andi!"
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