The Kid

The sun was going down. There was stillness all around. Darkness was taking over.

Somewhere in a remote area, was a small house. An old welcome mat placed in front of a wooden door. It was entirely made up of wood. On opening the door you would expect a witch sitting on a rocking chair, doing her nails. But things were quite different inside.

A kid with innocence in his eyes looked at his father, who was too busy watching the news reruns.

"Daddy! I wanna play football!" He said, banging his feet on the wooden floor.

A tired daddy sitting on the couch replied "Not now son, there's no one outside. Go play with your cousin". The son stood there for a moment. Daddy had an uninteresting expression on his face.

The kid silently walked away. Inside his room he sees his cousin playing with some of his old toys. The kid stared at his cousin. He leaned over him and whispered "You wanna play? Let’s play then!"

Daddy was bored. Nothing was on the TV. The sound of the TV resonated through the silent environment. Suddenly, there's a bang on the door.

"Who is it?" asks daddy.

No reply. Another Bang.

"Son! I guess your friends are playin' football!" he says loudly.

No reply. Another bang answers his call.

Daddy shakes off his laziness and goes to open the door. He opens the door to see his son smiling at him.

"Look dad! I am playing with my cousin!" the kid shouts, and starts laughing.

The kid kicks the ball towards his father.

The ball had too many hair stuck on it.

Daddy picked it up, to see a red colored face staring back at him.