“Hello mother, father, how are you doing today? Same as usual I see? Good. Please don’t make a mess today, I had to clean up after you yesterday father, it wasn’t pretty. Time for school. See you at three.” Ren left the house to get on the school bus. He hoped his parents turned out better than their dog. Scruffy was such a good boy, but he made such a mess.

The day went by as usual. He got a report card this time, straight A’s except for an A- in PE. “I believe Mr. Jefferson needs a visit some time.” The final bell rang and Ren ran to his locker to gather his things. He hoped his mother and father were doing well while he was gone. He stepped on the bus and waited as other students filed on. No one sat next to him, which left him all the same. He was used to being alone. His house was the last on the route so he always sat in the back. When they finally reached his house, the bus stopped and he stepped off and skipped to the front door. He knocked but no one answered.

Ren produced the key from his pocket and with a click, the front door opened. “I’m home!” He called. “Mother? Father? Still silent I see. If you had listened to me in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.” Ren walked passed the livingroom where everything was covered in gold. He had been obsessed with it since he was a toddler. The shine. The color. He loved everything about the metal, even the little marks you make on it when you bite the smooth material. On the mantel was a gold statue of scruffy. He finally stopped making a mess.

“Mother.  Father. I got my report card today. I got straight A’s except in PE. I think Mr. Jefferson needs a talking to. What do you think?” Ren walked passed his parents to the fridge to grab a soda. “You don’t mind mother if I drink this before dinner right? No? Cool. Thanks.” He walked back passed his parents but stepped in something sticky and stopped. “Alright. Which one of you did it?” He looked at his mother and father. Ren saw a line of red dripping from his mother’s elbow. “Mother, I thought I told you no messes. But I guess it is your turn.” Ren grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the mess on the floor. He was sad that his mother did it too. Maybe next time he’ll get it perfect he thought as he threw the last paper towel in the trash. Ren got up and patted his father on the shoulder. “Until dinner.” Ren walked into the livingroom and turned on the TV. He found his favorite show.

His parents didn’t join him. They couldn’t anymore. They sat there. Stuck in the kitchen. They were stuck at the kitchen table until someone found them and took them away. They were frozen in time. Frozen as glistening golden statues. They promised they would be with Ren forever, and now they can be. In his perfect golden world.

The Daily Post

Gold Forest Villa

“Hello sir, would you like another gin and tonic?” The stewardess bent forward, revealing almost too much to the new patron lounging in the chair by the pool.

“Ah yes, thank you.” The man took the glass and sipped, the stewardess straightened.

“If you need anything, just ring the bell.” The stewardess smiled and walked to the bar. A slight breeze blew through the trees, and brought a slight chill across everyone at the pool area. A single gold leaf broke away and fell into the man’s glass. As the leaf dropped inside, the gold rubbed off on the glass. The man looked at the newly reformed leaf. It was silver.

“My god! It’s silver. We’re in the silver forest, that must mean…I need to get out of here.” The man looked around and to the bar. The woman who served him was staring right at him. He caught her eyes and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the woman talk to the bartender. The bartender nodded and she walked inside the Villa. Sweat formed on the guy’s forehead as he lie frozen in the lounge chair.

The stewardess came out with the sandwich the man ordered a little bit ago. She walked up to his lounge chair and once again bent forward. “Here’s the sandwich you ordered sir.” She winked at him. He hesitated a slight second. His hands felt cold, but then the blood pumped back into his arms and it moved. The stewardess could see the sweat on the man’s brow. She smiled.

“Ah yes, thank you. I’m starving.” He smiled at the woman. She stayed a bit longer than before, but then left again. His stomach was in knots. He tried to take a bite, but a reddish fluid dripped from the lettuce. The drop splashed on the plate and his face ashened. He stood up from the lounge chair and took his sandwich to the Villa. As he went back into the lobby, now he understood why there was so much red. The guy’s room wasn’t too far away. He turned down the hallway on the right and found room 116. His hand shook as he fished the keycard out of his shirt pocket. The guy shoved the keycard into the lock, it beeped and the door clicked. He looked down both sides of the hallway. A couple of men were talking at the end of the hallway and looked to him, staring at him as he quickly went into his room.

He dropped his plate into the trash and walked to his suitcase. The guy didn’t care about neatness and just shoved the clothes inside. Knock knock knock. He looked to the door, but continued to put clothes in the suitcase.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He looked at the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

All of his clothes were in the suitcase. He sauntered over to the door and looked through the peep-hole. It was the two guys from the hallway. A slight whoosh came from his left. Thump.

“Mmm. Where am I?” The guy struggled to sit up. Something was wrong though, he couldn’t really feel from the waist down. “Wait. I swear I had a leg before.” His head was still groggy.

“Yes you did, but I think the marrow will make a good soup. By the way, did you like Mrs. Anderson?”