Weird RelativeA Story by AshleeKayannanother story for class. Response appreciated Arthur sat in his worn leather armchair in his dimly lit living
room. A stocky, balding man pushing 80, he didn’t get up from his chair for
many reasons other than to eat or sleep. Sometimes he even slept there. The
television, old enough to still be box-like and have an antenna on top, never
stopped playing Western films. John Wayne was, of course, his favorite, and he
would spend day after day alone in his chair watching several films. His
neighbors on either side of his small, disheveled farmhouse were young
families, and they never bothered him. For all he knew, they had never even
seen him and didn’t know he existed. He only ever saw them from his windows. Instead of participating
actively in modern society, he lived vicariously through his neighbors. He
watched their younger children play in the yard for most afternoons. Today was
Tuesday, so he went over to his window at around 3pm, just as the children were
getting home from school. They had one boy, the older child, and he had one
younger sister. The age difference wasn’t much, maybe two or three years, but
it was mostly obvious in the way the boy treated his sister. Jeff was a good
boy. As his stone grey eyes
peered out of the glass that was beginning to cloud with age, he couldn’t help
but smile slightly as he watched the children race each other across the yard.
Jeff was clearly faster than his sister, Emily, but every now and then, just
before their makeshift finish line between two sturdy oak trees, he would slow
his pace and let her win. They were still so young, and Emily didn’t seem to
catch on. Her smile warmed his heart every time she beat her brother in a race.
Jeff, though he usually tried to look disappointed that he had lost to make his
trick convincing, but never hesitated to show excitement for his sister. Just then, their mother
stepped onto the back porch. She was wearing a pretty, lavender, cap-sleeved
spring dress with an apron around her waist, half of her curly, blonde hair was
pulled back, and her smile rivaled the sun for being the brightest light in the
world, but that was just his opinion. She was beautiful. He watched her with
fond eyes as she lowered herself to the eye levels of the children, handing
them each a glass of lemonade. She would talk to them for a while, just like
she always did after they came home. When they had finished
their lemonade, Jeff and Emily walked along the fence that kept the horses in,
talking and laughing like young children do before they have any worries. Their
mother sat on the porch and watched them happily for a long time, taking in the
sun and sipping her own glass of lemonade. After watching the children for a
long time, Arthur had turned his attention to their pretty, young mother. He
could watch her sit in that wicker chair for hours, he thought to himself. Just
then, as if she had heard his thoughts, she turned her head slowly towards his
window. Arthur took a step back just before they made eye contact. From where
he was now standing, he could still see the children, and that was enough.
Suddenly, Jeff looked up at him and smiled shyly. Arthur laughed to himself as
he stepped forward again, this time pressing his hand to the glass. Jeff called
out to him. “I love you, dad.” © 2013 AshleeKayann |
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Added on March 12, 2013 Last Updated on March 12, 2013 AuthorAshleeKayannMIAboutHi I'm Ashlee, and I'm 20 years old. I've been writing since I was 10 or 11. Poetry is my life. I think in rhythm. I'm also an avid musician. I enjoy photography and theatre. I am basically an all-aro.. more..Writing
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