Apollo
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Apollo parked his red Maserati Spyder in front of the grey apartment building. He knew that this was not going to be a pleasant visit; he foresaw that much at least. Comforting heart-broken mothers was not on his top ten to-do list…it probably wasn't on anybody's. He sat in the front seat. Minutes passed and he made no movement to get out.
He remembered when he met Sarah. She was on Broadway at the time and he had gone to see her perform. He was captivated by her voice. Afterwards he visited her dressing room, a bouquet of flowers in hand, a dazzling smile and flattering compliments at the tip of his tongue. How could she refuse?
Apollo flashed outside of Sarah's apartment door and took a deep breath.
He remembered when his son was born. Even though he had left, he had watched over them both. She named their son Michael.
Michael Yew.
She sang sweet lullabies to him every night and looked at him like he was her sun…well he was, just not that type of sun…
Apollo knocked.
He remembered watching his son grow up, take part in talent competitions (and win…) and as his skill at archery became unparalleled.
Sarah doted upon her only child and now he had come to bring her world crashing down.
The door opened and Apollo was face to face with Sarah Yew, who, he had noticed, was still as beautiful as ever with her honey blond hair and emerald green eyes.
"Sarah…It's good to see you," he began, "Listen, I've got tell you something…"
She leaned on the doorway, and nodded.
"Michael, he's – Well, He's gone…" Apollo turned his head away.
"No" she whispered, "no," she wrapped her arms around herself, "no" and she slowly sank to the floor. Apollo crouched down and put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to.
"He died a hero's death."
"No"
Apollo guided her inside and sat her down on her couch. She brought her knees to her chest, curling herself into a ball.
"He's in asylum…"
She only whispered more franticly and began to shake her head. Apollo walked slowly to the door, then paused.
"I – I'm really sorry" He said with a bowed head and he flashed out. He got into her car and rested his head against the steering wheel.
"I feel terrible,
Comforting mothers is hard,
They cry for their kids…"
God, that peom was awful...well it was supposed to be, and I gotta tell you;
Apollo is the reason why I can't stand Haiku's...
-Einstein's Theory
