Post by endoftheline on Jul 13, 2014 2:55:23 GMT -6
1:35 am Brooklyn N.Y.
Clubhouse
As the sirens echo through the rooms and halls of an empty clubhouse, Damion sits at the head of the table facing the window. He watches the glow of the city lights as his face displays a look of deep pondering.
He sighs.
Rising from his leather seat, he walks to the memoriam wall.
All members, past and present, are respectfully represented in individual portraits as well as group photos.
He focuses on one particular photo that strangely has the beams of moonlight mixed with streetlights concentrated directly upon it.
The photo depicts his father with the one and only James "Harley" Davidson.
Both leaning against a brickwall with lit cigs in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other.
The photo seems to be taken in the mid seventies.
He unmounts the frame and stares at it for a moment.
Running a finger across the photo he releases another sigh.
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown.....hehe....I was too young to know what you meant by that when you said those words to my dad."
He glances back at the window for a moment only to notice New York's finest taping off an entrance to the building towards the end of the block across the street.
He turned his glance back to the photo.
"I made promise to you, James. I tried. I really did.....but you know why i can't keep it anymore. You and Mamma Sky would understand."
He put the photo back on the wall slowly as he continues to stare at it.
Closing his eyes he turned towards the door.
He stops for a moment before turning out the lights.
"Please forgive me........for what i am about to do."
*click*
Clubhouse
As the sirens echo through the rooms and halls of an empty clubhouse, Damion sits at the head of the table facing the window. He watches the glow of the city lights as his face displays a look of deep pondering.
He sighs.
Rising from his leather seat, he walks to the memoriam wall.
All members, past and present, are respectfully represented in individual portraits as well as group photos.
He focuses on one particular photo that strangely has the beams of moonlight mixed with streetlights concentrated directly upon it.
The photo depicts his father with the one and only James "Harley" Davidson.
Both leaning against a brickwall with lit cigs in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other.
The photo seems to be taken in the mid seventies.
He unmounts the frame and stares at it for a moment.
Running a finger across the photo he releases another sigh.
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown.....hehe....I was too young to know what you meant by that when you said those words to my dad."
He glances back at the window for a moment only to notice New York's finest taping off an entrance to the building towards the end of the block across the street.
He turned his glance back to the photo.
"I made promise to you, James. I tried. I really did.....but you know why i can't keep it anymore. You and Mamma Sky would understand."
He put the photo back on the wall slowly as he continues to stare at it.
Closing his eyes he turned towards the door.
He stops for a moment before turning out the lights.
"Please forgive me........for what i am about to do."
*click*
