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Dinner was very different.
No plastic boxes. No waiters. No lonliness.
Five people sat around a small table in a warm kitchen.
Laughter; genuine.
Talking, opinions, differences, kindness, love.
It was something she had yet to experience.
Grandmother was soft, round, and wore small glasses on the end of her nose. She spoke softly with a country drawl. The warmth of her smile was enough to light the sun should it ever go out.
Grandfather was the same. She had thought that country sound and smile was an annoyance. Now it was pleasant and satisfying.
Mother and son sat by one another. Her arm on his. Discussing the day.
She looked like her mother. Same softness. Same round figure. He must have taken after his father. His height and dark hair. Her's was light.
"Did you enjoy the meal?" asked Grandmother.
It had been roast. Green beans, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob.
"It was wonderful." She said, sincerely. "I haven't had such a meal in a very long time."
"You do look a bit underfed, dear. A week or two with my cooking and you'll be doing just fine."
Underfed? She appeared to be underfed?
"I hope you enjoy your room. I put fresh sheets on the bed."
She hadn't ever had anyone put fresh sheets on a bed for her.
If felt very nice.
Dinner was over.
"Let's go sit in the living room."
They spent their evenings talking, watching a little television.
He played the guitar. Spanish quality to it. It went well with his graying temples.
As she sat curled on the couch, her head drooped. The warmth, the coziness of the family. She wanted to wallow down in it and go to sleep forever.
"Perhaps you should go to bed if you're tired dear."
It was a soft, kind voice.
Warm hands lead her to her room.
A flannel nightgown was lying on the bed.
She put it on. Crawling between sheets put on the bed just for her, she fell fast asleep.
It was raining when she woke.
It seemed dread was on her again. Was this the day the bus came? She couldn't remember.
An alluring scent drew her to put on her clothes.
"Goodmorning!"
It was all she heard for several minutes.
Did she sleep well? Was she hungry? What did she feel like doing today? It was raining, did she see? Would she like coffee, juice, or maybe milk?
She sat down to a hot breakfast of pancakes with butter and strawberry syrup.
Bacon and fresh biscuits graced the table also.
There went her diet.
"Let's go."
She looked up. He was standing there with an umbrella.
"What?"
"Let's go for a walk. It's pleasant out here when it rains. Good for you."
"OK."
No one ever asked her to take a walk. No one ever asked her to do anything.
She accepted the jacket that he had found for her.
As they stepped out the door, the fresh rain scent hit her.
It was nice. She looked at the man beside her. He was nice too. |
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Posted by storymaker on 2008-07-15 21:55:05 | Rating: | Views: 49
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Very nice.
My suggestion for the missing paragraphs would be to double return/enter. It's what I do, and it helps sort of organize the story better IMO.
I'm sorry it took so long to review =(. I didn't until now because 1. I could probably be the laziest person on the planet, 2. my father recently had his birthday, and I've been spending the last few days preparing for it, and 3. I've been writing a bit myself. If you get the chance, I'd like it if you reviewed my "White Houses" beginning ;).
I'm going in to review your latest chapter.
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Posted by ScarletBlack
on 2008-07-18 00:32:16
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