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You know I saw him over there before but I didn't think anybody was living in a that old house.
I get up early go for my walk the first time I saw him he was just watching me. I look back nodded my head in a neighbourly hello.
Then, he was standing under this big old oak that stands on north corner dividing our properties. I'm renting my house to give me somewhere out of the way to write.
The fence that is there is old and falling down. I wasn't trying to pay or get attention but somethings just grabs it. He was resting on his left hip rocking back and forth. He reached down broke off piece of that old wheat straw, you know that, that was used to sweep yards way back. Then he picked up an stick breaking it in pieces.
I kept walking acting like I wasn't watching him watching me.
I was scared at first because he just stood there looking. From there I could see he wasn't very tall
about 5" 6, 5" 7. I couldn't exactly see his face but from there he wasn't bad looking.
I usually do a sprint on the fence row that's about a half a mile up giving me a mile walk.
I've been here for a year and they put the old lady that lived there in the nursing home leaving the house empty.
The house was old but well kept the yard had grown up nobody being there. On the way back he was standing closer but not close enough to talk. Still resting on one hip rocking with that straw stuck in his mouth breaking a stick he downed his head. I waved but after a while my back was to him.
It being early my feet were wet so I took my shoes off at the door. I ate breakfast at my computer thinking that he might be Mrs Brimmer's son she talked about. As I wrote he was the man in the novel, I even put in the bit about our first encounter.
I usually make these things up but this time I think I'll let him write this story. I wrote until about 2 then took a break from writer's block. In my mind I could still see him it was something about the way he stood and watched me.
I went on with my day doing the usual house cleaning, plans the shopping. The next morning I went out starting walking he was there. He walked as I walked which slowed me down. He wouldn't come close to the fence
morning he said so I stopped.
Morning I'm Tess you're Mrs Brimmer's son how is she? He dropped his head yes I'm Nick Brimmer she passed he said.
I'm sorry she was a nice lady. Being
closer I could see that he was more of 5" 9 or 10 taller better looking too. He had thick eye browser
very light brown eyes and his voice was deep but light. He had on some old jeans an old tee shirt for cleaning I suspect unshave but still good looking.
I could see that his mother's passing was weighting on his heart.
We started talking mostly about his mother. She was sickly and with my business I couldn't take care of her he said. I'd like to get your opinion on some things if I could he said. Sure I said
A couple days went by and
he had his mother's funeral and things to take care of. My mornings were different now because I found myself looking for him. Me not talking to many men and being single certain things kinda attract me mostly niceness.
I found myself going for evening walks hoping he'll be out there and he was. This time he was at the fence when I got there he was breaking his stick. I walked to the fence you're away breaking a stick I said. Idol hands is the devil's workshop and if I'm using them he can't work'em he said.
You know how it feels when you can feel an attraction we'll I got that. It doesn't take much does it things kinda fill, their way out.
Still unshaved, I was hoping that you would go for a walk he said.
I kinda felt that he want to talk but not only about what should he do about his mother's things.
It's been a long time since I wanted to see somebody like that but I damn sure didn't mind.
It felt good that he wanted to talk and I need somebody to talk to.
Somehow it's not understood that you can talk forever but still need that somebody to talk to.
Or how good it feels just to be there you don't have to say a word and talk for hours. We stood there looking at each other saying everything without a word. My thinking was he needed somebody to hold his hand through the pain of his lost so I was just there.
I felt like that me being lonely is easy pickings but there's something more about him. The evening was getting late the sky was this yellow, orange color.
I moved to the next post working my way toward the house
not really wanting to go. He would say a few things not knowing how to talk about what he needed to. You should go on home he said it's getting dark yeah, I said moving to the next post.
It's strange how you can meet someone and have that feeling
that no one can explain.That feeling of wanting to know more.
Not knowing what else to say I just started walking toward the house.
© skyblue
4/2/22
I get up early go for my walk the first time I saw him he was just watching me. I look back nodded my head in a neighbourly hello.
Then, he was standing under this big old oak that stands on north corner dividing our properties. I'm renting my house to give me somewhere out of the way to write.
The fence that is there is old and falling down. I wasn't trying to pay or get attention but somethings just grabs it. He was resting on his left hip rocking back and forth. He reached down broke off piece of that old wheat straw, you know that, that was used to sweep yards way back. Then he picked up an stick breaking it in pieces.
I kept walking acting like I wasn't watching him watching me.
I was scared at first because he just stood there looking. From there I could see he wasn't very tall
about 5" 6, 5" 7. I couldn't exactly see his face but from there he wasn't bad looking.
I usually do a sprint on the fence row that's about a half a mile up giving me a mile walk.
I've been here for a year and they put the old lady that lived there in the nursing home leaving the house empty.
The house was old but well kept the yard had grown up nobody being there. On the way back he was standing closer but not close enough to talk. Still resting on one hip rocking with that straw stuck in his mouth breaking a stick he downed his head. I waved but after a while my back was to him.
It being early my feet were wet so I took my shoes off at the door. I ate breakfast at my computer thinking that he might be Mrs Brimmer's son she talked about. As I wrote he was the man in the novel, I even put in the bit about our first encounter.
I usually make these things up but this time I think I'll let him write this story. I wrote until about 2 then took a break from writer's block. In my mind I could still see him it was something about the way he stood and watched me.
I went on with my day doing the usual house cleaning, plans the shopping. The next morning I went out starting walking he was there. He walked as I walked which slowed me down. He wouldn't come close to the fence
morning he said so I stopped.
Morning I'm Tess you're Mrs Brimmer's son how is she? He dropped his head yes I'm Nick Brimmer she passed he said.
I'm sorry she was a nice lady. Being
closer I could see that he was more of 5" 9 or 10 taller better looking too. He had thick eye browser
very light brown eyes and his voice was deep but light. He had on some old jeans an old tee shirt for cleaning I suspect unshave but still good looking.
I could see that his mother's passing was weighting on his heart.
We started talking mostly about his mother. She was sickly and with my business I couldn't take care of her he said. I'd like to get your opinion on some things if I could he said. Sure I said
A couple days went by and
he had his mother's funeral and things to take care of. My mornings were different now because I found myself looking for him. Me not talking to many men and being single certain things kinda attract me mostly niceness.
I found myself going for evening walks hoping he'll be out there and he was. This time he was at the fence when I got there he was breaking his stick. I walked to the fence you're away breaking a stick I said. Idol hands is the devil's workshop and if I'm using them he can't work'em he said.
You know how it feels when you can feel an attraction we'll I got that. It doesn't take much does it things kinda fill, their way out.
Still unshaved, I was hoping that you would go for a walk he said.
I kinda felt that he want to talk but not only about what should he do about his mother's things.
It's been a long time since I wanted to see somebody like that but I damn sure didn't mind.
It felt good that he wanted to talk and I need somebody to talk to.
Somehow it's not understood that you can talk forever but still need that somebody to talk to.
Or how good it feels just to be there you don't have to say a word and talk for hours. We stood there looking at each other saying everything without a word. My thinking was he needed somebody to hold his hand through the pain of his lost so I was just there.
I felt like that me being lonely is easy pickings but there's something more about him. The evening was getting late the sky was this yellow, orange color.
I moved to the next post working my way toward the house
not really wanting to go. He would say a few things not knowing how to talk about what he needed to. You should go on home he said it's getting dark yeah, I said moving to the next post.
It's strange how you can meet someone and have that feeling
that no one can explain.That feeling of wanting to know more.
Not knowing what else to say I just started walking toward the house.
© skyblue
4/2/22
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