The dread in his driveway engulfs Peter Richmond again. He would plan on staying inside his car for just a few more minutes, it was safe for him in here. No upper-management or corporate losses in his back seat to chase him. He looks up at his small cape cod house that’s needs to be repainted. The cosmetics would have to wait, his future now belonged to survival. Jeannie would hear him opening his car door or maybe she knew already after he pulled their Buick in. Still, the inevitable can wait. This car of comfort was his sanctuary for the moment. He spots his kids suddenly looking out the front window, their faces curiously waiting for their “superman” to come inside. A final glance in the rear-view mirror. This morning he had looked in it as well, ready to take on another day at the firm. It was a different face then. He was a man with a job and a paycheck. The kid’s heads start bopping up and down in the window, anticipating his entrance. Time to go in and pretend like everything was just dandy in this little family’s world. He couldn’t hide it from Jeannie, she knew him too well. A private conversation in the bedroom was going to be their unavoidable agenda for tonight, after dinner. He opens his car door and watches his kids frantically jump up and down. No need to bring his briefcase in from the car, it’s an ugly, worthless thing now. He steps over the growing cracks in his walkway and forces a smile at his two daughters. Tomorrow, he’ll get the paper and start looking through job openings. A strong man left this house this morning and that’s what will be returning home through the front door tonight.
Written for Fandago’s FOWC prompt- Opening