Happy Mother’s Day
A Potential Buyer
The elder Johnsons decided not to use a realtor. That would just complicate things, make the process less cathartic. They moved into this house when Owen was just a baby, he was their baby boy, ‘Why did God have to take my baby boy away?’ and renovated it into unrecognizability all by themselves. In other words, they’ve done all the work up until this point, so what’s the sense in having a realtor bring in a bunch of randoms who would undoubtedly ask why they’re selling the gorgeous house, which would undoubtedly lead to the realtor explaining how a troubled young man went into the woods and never came back and how the family is oh so sad and they feel the need to get oh so far away as oh so quickly as possible, so they’ll take oh so any price? The realtor didn’t know Owen, he was a hardcase but he was the Johnsons’ hardcase; if anybody was going to speak on what happened to him in his own house, it would be his parents or his brother.
Fortunately (if the situation is looked at through the right lens) the For Sale By Owner sign in the front yard didn’t attract many potential buyers. In the first month the Johnsons got one meh offer from a flipper, a lowball that hit the ground yards before it rolled weakly over home plate, nothing legitimate. The next four months brought nothing, as did the next three, and the next two, and the one after that. The Johnsons were beginning to wonder if they were making a massive mistake in trying to move away from their problems instead of facing and working through them; that’s what Jarome said they were doing when his parents originally told him they were listing the Fricker house, that they were just avoiding the problem and making it worse on themselves, that they’d never really get over it if they bottled up the grief, even if they tossed that bottle into the ocean and ran away; the tide always returns to shore and the bottle will always carry its message, no matter how dark that message may be.
Then, one day, they got a phone call from a potential buyer. It was a guy in his thirties who referred to himself only as Mister Williamson over the phone. He said he had driven down the street on a whim and saw the house and immediately fell in love, said he’d pay full price if he could come in and take a look at it. Said he had recently taken his mother into his own care and needed a place bigger than the little bungalow he currently occupies out in upstate New York. The Johnsons were happy to let him have a look – the whole Mister Williamson thing struck Mikey as odd, but what could be done? ‘The man’s a potential buyer, a potential full price buyer, so why wouldn’t I have given him the benefit of the doubt? You better hope your hunch isn’t right, Mikey. He may have played you like a clarinet.’
Yesterday, Mister Williamson said he would arrive tomorrow in the afternoon at 4:00 if that worked well for the Johnsons, and it did. Mikey is on his way home from the school now, and Jarome and Glauria had the day to get the house tidied up and presentable. Of course, that involved going into Owen’s old bedroom for the first time since his untimely disappearance and clearing it out, but like Mikey told them before he left for work, they would have all day to do it. They could even save his room for last if it made them feel better.
Hello Commons, this has been the second subchapter of the second story from Convenient Incidents, an anthology of fifteen interconnected short stories which revolve around a man by the name of Hilter Odolf Williamson.
Convenient Incidents is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.
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