Scene I may be adding to my story

“Oh Lord, please let my son be okay.” She pleaded.

            Marcus’ mother had made her way into his room. Scarlett rubbed her hands along the frame of the door that had the beat up height chart. The lines showed his growth spurts and just how fast Marcus grew to be six feet tall. The faintest scent of his favorite cologne wafted in the air like a light air freshener. She breathed deeply until the capacity of her lungs was reached. She held on to that breath until her body forced her to breathe again. She stopped and admired all of the trophies, medals, and awards he had adorned the royal blue walls and wooden shelves with. He had old jerseys hung around the room. On a small shelf in the corner he had another collection of sports artifacts that Scarlett often dusted.

Moving from the collection to the medium sized window, she looked out over the backyard at the old, slightly rusty playground and the half-sized concrete basketball court. It was Marcus’ birthday gift when he was 10. His mom didn’t like him spending so much time out at the park after dark so they gave him his on spot to play where she could see him and most of the kids in the neighborhood. A distinguished sense of pride rose up through her as remembered waking up at the earliest hours of day break to take him to all his practices. Never once did Marcus complain or whine about waking up early or about not being able to stay up late on the weekends like all the other kids. After the hardest practices and the roughest games, Marcus would still be out on that court every day.  To her core, Scarlett knew something wasn’t right with Marcus. She prayed for her son and for God to knock some sense into him for making her worry so much.