Max is NOW!

- excerpts from new story concept - (see 7/18 post for beginning)

He wrenched his hands together, squatting there in the garage next to his beloved motorcycle. A small box on the bottom of the garage shelves caught his eye. It looked like it had his mothers name still faintly written in marker on the side. Fix pulled the little file box out from under the shelf and opened the cardboard lid. There were letters and drawings and every sort of memory one might find rummaging through the past. The paper of the letters was yellowed and obviously much older than even Fix, but the ink seemed to have bled deep enough to stay. Fix pushed a few pieces aside and found one envelope in particular that had his mothers name, Vivian, written in fine calligraphy on it’s face. He unfolded the stiff paper and revealed something he’s sure his mother had even long forgotten.

“Dear Viv,
I’m sorry it ended like this. You know I love you in so many complex ways. But I can’t stop you from loving some one else. The time we spent together is something I will never let go. You are a part of me, of who I have become, and that is the one thing he can never have. I want you to be happy and I tire of seeing you so upset all the time. If only Roman could understand what we have, that its not in his way. But I know why you have to go. I’m sorry we couldn’t say goodbye, but you know we were never good at that. Write me one day. Just so I know you made it and that you have the incredible life I always knew you would. I’m sorry for tearing you in two for this long. Be happy Viv. I hope you find that with Roman. -Kurt”

Fix finished reading the letter and saw the ending signature. “I wonder who Kurt was,” he stood up from the small box of memories, “cause he sounds like a real pussy.” Fix laughed subtly at his own remarks and walked off to the other side of the garage to grab his oil rag and the socket wrench.