Leaves - Day 3
“Let’s go home, J., we shouldn’t be here.”
Jeremiah once again ignored his friend and just stared through the branches. In they clearing that the bushes enclosed sat a scene from an old black and white movie – rustic cabin, a water well off to the side, small barn in the back, a small, white goat gently grazing in the yard.
These objects did not cause the boys to halt so suddenly. It was the porch on the cabin, or the two people on the porch. The one on the left was the picture perfect hermit -- mud covered overalls, straw hat, corncob pipe with a small whisper of smoke rising from its bowl, sitting in a rocking chair, rocking.
On the right was the most beautiful girls either boy had ever seen, or had even ever imagined. She had dark red hair which hung down loosely, laying gently upon her shoulders. She was wearing a simple white work dress and no shoes. She too was rocking in an old contraption made of twigs and leaves. On her lap, sat a rust-colored cat whose yellow eyes stared at the boys.
Frederick began pulling on Jeremiah’s pants, trying to get him to leave, but Jeremiah stayed still and kept staring at the girl.
The cat hissed through its closed mouth. The old man muttered through his pipe-filled teeth, “I sees dem.” The girl did not respond, but continued to stroke the cat with long, lazy passes.
Jeremiah was the brave one of the pair. He was also the smartest one, and his brain was screaming to grab Frederick and get out of there. But Jeremiah wasn’t listening to his mind at this moment. Instead, he knocked Frederick’s hand off of his pants and stepped out into the opening.
“Howdy,” he called, waving his left hand as if he was waving hello to his mother.
“So whats you going to do, Pops?” came a silky voice. Jeremiah at first thought the girl had said these words but quickly realized it was the cat who had actually spoken. Jeremiah didn’t hear the crash behind him, the crash of his friend falling as he tried to run away.
“Whatcha think I should do, Molly?” muttered the old man.
Jeremiah didn’t know if Molly was the beautiful girl, the cat, or the goat for that matter. But he did realize that the answer to this question was going to be very important to him.
Jeremiah once again ignored his friend and just stared through the branches. In they clearing that the bushes enclosed sat a scene from an old black and white movie – rustic cabin, a water well off to the side, small barn in the back, a small, white goat gently grazing in the yard.
These objects did not cause the boys to halt so suddenly. It was the porch on the cabin, or the two people on the porch. The one on the left was the picture perfect hermit -- mud covered overalls, straw hat, corncob pipe with a small whisper of smoke rising from its bowl, sitting in a rocking chair, rocking.
On the right was the most beautiful girls either boy had ever seen, or had even ever imagined. She had dark red hair which hung down loosely, laying gently upon her shoulders. She was wearing a simple white work dress and no shoes. She too was rocking in an old contraption made of twigs and leaves. On her lap, sat a rust-colored cat whose yellow eyes stared at the boys.
Frederick began pulling on Jeremiah’s pants, trying to get him to leave, but Jeremiah stayed still and kept staring at the girl.
The cat hissed through its closed mouth. The old man muttered through his pipe-filled teeth, “I sees dem.” The girl did not respond, but continued to stroke the cat with long, lazy passes.
Jeremiah was the brave one of the pair. He was also the smartest one, and his brain was screaming to grab Frederick and get out of there. But Jeremiah wasn’t listening to his mind at this moment. Instead, he knocked Frederick’s hand off of his pants and stepped out into the opening.
“Howdy,” he called, waving his left hand as if he was waving hello to his mother.
“So whats you going to do, Pops?” came a silky voice. Jeremiah at first thought the girl had said these words but quickly realized it was the cat who had actually spoken. Jeremiah didn’t hear the crash behind him, the crash of his friend falling as he tried to run away.
“Whatcha think I should do, Molly?” muttered the old man.
Jeremiah didn’t know if Molly was the beautiful girl, the cat, or the goat for that matter. But he did realize that the answer to this question was going to be very important to him.
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