A Father And His Son (Incomplete)

Mark was sitting on a wooden bench on Cedar mountain. It was peaceful on the top of mountain. A cold wind blew through the trees and the fall grass that covered the mountain side. The cabin sat on top of a hill looking down on a valley below. One could see for miles on top of that hill. Mark’s father walked towards him and sat on the bench next to him. Both Mark and his father wore wool shirts, thick brown jackets and denim jeans. Mark and his father were both dressed like cowboys in an old classic John Wayne movie.

Mark was a younger boy around the age of 12. His hair was brown and pushed to the right. Little freckles covered his white cheeks and he had a dimple on his right cheek. His mother always said to him. “Dimples and blue eyes are what get the girls.” Mark didn’t believe her. He was 14 and never kissed a girl. All of his other friends had. That discouraged Mark a little.

His father was a middle age man. He wore a beanie on this head to try and keep his bald head warm. His beard was black and full. He was a burly man. Many of Mark’s friends thought his father looked like Stone Cold Steve Austin. The famous WWE wrestler. The older kids said he looked like a Harley Davidson biker and belonged to the BACA biker gang. Mark didn’t know what BACA was, but he wasn’t worried. Everybody seemed to think it was cool.

Neither of them said anything to one another as they sat on the bench. Mark knew that his father loved him and his father knew that Mark loved him. They didn’t need to say it to know it was true. That was just how things were.