Alone Again!

FootstepsLes washed his anger away in the shower and came down for breakfast in a better mood.

“Time to get my kit together after breakfast, my flight leaves at two fifteen.”

“I’d forgotten you were flying today, I suppose it’s best, DC is a long flight, if you left it until tomorrow you’d miss a full day of work.”

“Yes, and we go live next week. Are you OK, you’re quiet?”

Had he really already forgotten my nightmare? 

“I’m fine.” I replied. Not that you care anyway. I returned to my thoughts.

Shall I visit the barn again, or shall I go and talk to the old guy down the road? Yes, this could be my next story, but I had to see how it ended before I began to write. 

“I said, what do you think?”

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up. Les was staring at me, waiting for an answer.  “Sorry, think about what?”

“Oh forget it,” he said irritated again.

“What did you ask me? I didn’t sleep well remember! I’ll probably try to nap this afternoon when you’re gone?”

“I said what do you think about flying out to DC in a couple of weeks instead of my flying home. You said you wanted to see where the President lives. How about it?”

“Yes, sounds great, I’d like that. Can you arrange a visit with him?” I replied, trying to be light-hearted and not show how I really felt. I really did enjoy traveling I’d wanted to go to DC for a while. DC and Boston were the only two US cities I hadn’t managed to cross off my bucket list yet.

I was relieved when Les finally left for the airport. I’d managed not to show it, but I really was hurt and upset with the way he’d talked to me. I needed him gone for a week to get over it. A nightmare was one thing, but surely he knew this was more. I waved him off, smiling as though nothing was wrong, but the smile faded as he drove away.

How am I going to handle this? 

My question was answered. As I turned to go back inside, a solitary figure appeared at the end of the drive. It was the old guy from the Stagecoach. He walked slowly towards me as though every step he took caused him great pain. I wasn’t sure if he’d even seen me standing at the door, his head hung so low his chin almost touched his chest.

I shivered as I looked at him, and the shadow that followed behind.

Gran, I hope you’re still looking out for me, I think I’m going to need you!

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