By Craig Peterson
“Wait until your father gets home”, Stephens’s mom would say.
Watching her exit this world was painful. The thought crossed his mind he would give anything to hear her utter that phrase once more. Death wasn’t claiming its’ prize at a hospital or a picturesque bedroom scene with loved ones near. Stephens’s mothers’ final gasps were being taken under a dead oak tree in the backyard, a place where all demons met their fate once Stephen discovered their true identity. He waited under the tree with the blood stained knife at the ready.
Waiting for his father to get home.