“How long are you going to let that box sit outside of the gate?” Maria asked.
“I know what’s in it and I don’t want it,” Louis said. “It’s my stuff from Donna’s that I left there after she kicked me out. It will only serve to remind me of how I screwed things up with her.”
“You can’t just leave it out there,” Maria said. “If you don’t want it, take it to the post office and send it back. In the meantime, you can stay here with me for as long as you want.”
“Thanks, Ma,” Louis said.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jean L. Hays.