A Son of Affluence Comes Home

by solaris2001

After landing, he took a cab to the old house on Judson and paid the driver but forgot his cellphone in the back seat. Hard winters had worn the green trim of the gables and the fence had been patched in back with new iron, but the house retained the imposing, overbearing grandeur it possessed during his childhood. Beyond the front door, the worn shell of his father laid on a hospice bed in the parlor next to the ebony piano, which no one had played since the last time he came home, when his mother laid dead beside it.