Phoenix Maplewood Once in a while

@Steele 

Jolly Blackthorn had been an unusual kid from the very moment he had left Apple's womb and announced his arrival with loud screams and wails that had not ceased the least, as the kid grew. Therefore - no wonder - that the tired mother was not amused the least, when her then husband nicknamed the cub "a jolly good sport". It had stuck and defined, what his whole life had not been. Jolly had been a self-proclaimed realist and a misunderstood ever-suffering philosopher, who had got on nerves on every single member of the family for the next two years. Until one day he had disapppeared. Out of respect and loyalty a half-hearted search had been done, but then with a sigh of a relief everyone silently agreed that this was for the best. And felt a teeny tiny bit sorry for, whoever had ended up with him.

In reality, this memory of Apple's son had nothing to do with the maple forest she had been staying for few days. But, when one is alone, one is prone to entertain him or herself with thinking and remembering. And, while she had not bothered about her missing son for a long time (because there is only so much a mother's love can take), she thought of him now. She had to admit that he had been a very annoying brat, but it would have been just a little funny now to hear his nasal voice and criticize everything that would have been wrong with this place.