Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

Dante stopped the car in front of the house and all three of them got out with Dante grabbing a bag from the trunk. Waylon walked up to Dick with a smile on his face and said, “Long time no see old man.” Dick chuckled and hugged Waylon, “It is nice to see you too Waylon, you have grown in these four years.” Pulling away from him, Dante stepped forward and shook hands with Dick, “Dante, you have grown too, you smell different as well.” Dante and Waylon looked at Dick confused but Dante quickly shook it off, “It’s nice to see you too uncle.”

Cameras watched. I pressed the gate button. It opened slow. I walked the long driveway. Gravel crunched under my shoes. My heart beat fast. I knocked on the huge door and it opened quick. Uncle Mark filled the doorway. He was not with no shirt but only gray shorts. His chest was hard, wet with sweat. Muscles moved when he breathed. His eyes looked at me—slow, hot, hungry. “Mr. Moretti,” I said, voice small. “Mom sent food.”

I heard music coming from somewhere downstairs. I followed the sound to the basement. Trenton had a home gym set up down there. There were weights and machines and a heavy punching bag hanging from the ceiling. He was destroying that bag. His shirt was off. Sweat covered his skin. Each punch landed with force that made the bag swing wildly. His jaw was set and his eyes were dark. I stood in the doorway and watched. The muscles in his back flexed with each movement. His breathing was heavy. He saw me and stopped. The bag swung between us.

"I've missed you too, Little Anya. We'll get to see each other again, one of these days." "I really look forward to that day, Uncle Mark. Take care of yourself okay?" "I try, honey, I try. An old man like me...whoever gets to take care of me?" He grunted. I heard the sound of pillow hitting someone and the sound of Uncle Mark's laughter. "Don't mind X-man. He disagrees that I'm old." "Maybe because you have a deceptive age, you dog." Xax said to the phone. I laughed even as I heard Uncle Mark laughing too. It just felt like it was all yesterday that I camped out outside Uncle Mark's gate for shelter in Texas.

Leaving her in the past where she belongs. Once her cab had pulled away, I grumpily walked myself to the basement and drove myself to work. I don't normally drive, but I find driving gives me a chance to let out all of the pent-up aggression. Once I made it to the underground parking of our office, I felt a smile creep its way onto my face. I was aware of the office she told me about. It was on the floor directly below mine. It belonged to Mark, one of the marketing executives. They had temporarily relocated to Europe to work with our marketing team for our new building. I was even surprised she even liked the office. It just didn't seem to be her style. I remember how amazed she looked as s

*** Solana *** “You two should be working.” The sound of Mark's uncle's voice as he climbed down the stairs sends a jolt through Solana. This man again. She wished the ground would open and swallow her up. Mark still had his arms around her. She clumsily move out of his embrace, lowering her head in complete embarrassment. Stepping a few feet away, she wished there was a wall to hide behind, at least. “Thought you were meeting Uncle John? Mark asked the man.

“Trust me when I say that, for my uncle, this is rustic.” “Why weren’t we ever introduced to this cabin before now?” Mark asked as he flopped down into the nearest club chair and pulled off his wet socks. “He only recently joined the family. He’s an uncle by marriage,” Tim explained. “We hit it off almost immediately.” “Lucky,” Mark said as he slouched into a more comfortable position. “Since we’re all more coffee drinkers than tea toters, let me introduce you to my version of a hot toddy,” Edwin chuckled as he handed a mug to each of his friends.

Others stepped up without hesitation. “You’re Mark’s nephew, huh? You favor your daddy something fierce.” “Are you Killy’s boy?” “He used to bring his ‘68 Mustang by the shop. Drove it like it was chasing the devil.” I nodded. Again and again. Let them tell their stories. Let them resurrect the man I never got to know by piecing him together with their memories. Uncle Mark’s garage sat just behind a diner and a bait shop, tucked into a gravel lot like it had always belonged there. The sign read M.J. Auto & Custom, the paint faded, but proud.

Sean immediately shook his head, imagining the contents of Neve's laptop, the many indecent scenes stored on his laptop making Sean even more scared and nauseous. Markus chuckled, "When Uncle was your age, many women approached Uncle," said Markus. "Then, Uncle made them girlfriends?" he asked. "No, uncle just wants to have fun," said Mark, remembering his past. "Poor Aunt Jessi," Sean said. "The proof is that your aunt is happy with your uncle." Markus did not accept being told like that. Sean rolled his eyes playfully. "That was before your uncle got married," Mark said later. "Don't Aunt Jessi ever get mad?"

Alex “Well, shit,” Mark, the engineering department head grumbles, crouching to get a better view. He braces his hands on his hips while huddled around the same screen I’m sharing with Toby. He’s been knocking his head on the ceiling of this tunnel all evening, but that has more to do with his height and less to do with the already overly cramped quarters we’re sharing. He’s from the Deadlands and built like it. Burly and broad, he stands several inches taller than me, and I’m taller than most men on campus, but he has at least sixty pounds or more on me, and it shows. They breed them big in the Deadlands, supposedly. Toby’s words; not mine.