Marco found the box set at a garage sale for three dollars. Sun-faded, the cardboard slipcase showed David Caruso tilting his sunglasses just so, the Miami skyline bleeding orange behind him. Seasons one through ten, all crammed together like old friends.
“Looks like this case… is closed,” he whispered to no one.
By season three, Marco started leaving voicemails to his dad’s disconnected number, reciting Horatio’s worst puns. By season seven, he was crying during the lab explosions. By season ten — the final episode — he realized he’d memorized every episode’s cold open. csi miami box set season 1-10
Back then, Thursday nights meant two plates of microwaved burritos, his dad yelling “Let’s go!” at the first Won’t Get Fooled Again sting. Marco would roll his eyes at Horatio’s one-liners. His dad would rewind them. “That’s poetry,” he’d say.
Now, in his silent apartment, Marco slid disc one into an old laptop. Grainy 2002 digital footage. Leather jackets. Bad green screen sunsets. And his father’s ghost sitting on the couch, laughing too loud.
He hadn’t watched an episode since his father died.
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Marco found the box set at a garage sale for three dollars. Sun-faded, the cardboard slipcase showed David Caruso tilting his sunglasses just so, the Miami skyline bleeding orange behind him. Seasons one through ten, all crammed together like old friends.
“Looks like this case… is closed,” he whispered to no one.
By season three, Marco started leaving voicemails to his dad’s disconnected number, reciting Horatio’s worst puns. By season seven, he was crying during the lab explosions. By season ten — the final episode — he realized he’d memorized every episode’s cold open. csi miami box set season 1-10
Back then, Thursday nights meant two plates of microwaved burritos, his dad yelling “Let’s go!” at the first Won’t Get Fooled Again sting. Marco would roll his eyes at Horatio’s one-liners. His dad would rewind them. “That’s poetry,” he’d say.
He closed the laptop. Walked outside into real Miami heat. Put on sunglasses nobody asked for. Marco found the box set at a garage sale for three dollars
Then he smiled. First time in years.
Here’s a short draft story inspired by the prompt : Title: Evidence of a Life “Looks like this case… is closed,” he whispered
Now, in his silent apartment, Marco slid disc one into an old laptop. Grainy 2002 digital footage. Leather jackets. Bad green screen sunsets. And his father’s ghost sitting on the couch, laughing too loud.
He hadn’t watched an episode since his father died.