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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I was enjoying those just woke up moments from when you awaken until you open your eyes. The sun streamed in the window, it bathed half the room in a warm yellow glow, cutting across the bed. I turned to get the rays on my back. I just lay there allowing the sun to invigorate me. I looked across to the clock. It told me the time was 08.43. It was the morning of my first day in civvy street. I was home and had no place to be or routine. To follow A few moments later, I heard my mum's voice in the garden , I heard another voice, a female voice I could not make out what was being said. I was sure I heard my mum mention my name. I eventually got out of bed to look out the window. The voices were coming from behind some sheets on the washing line. The gentle breeze waffed them up and I seen my mum down at the bottom of our garden beside the gate that lead to the garden of the house directly behind ours. She was blocking my line of sight, so I could not see who she was talking with. To be honest I don't think I really cared. But, I was up now. I had a shower, got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. I had just sat down in the dining room looking out to the garden through the fully opened french doors. I thought I heard mum call my name. I was not sure. So I did what most people do. I waited and listened to see if she called me again. Sure enough she did just that. As I walked down the garden, I finally seen who the other voice belonged to, Standing the other side of the gate was a stunning looking woman about 10 - 15 years older than me with jet black hair and milky white skin. She was around 5'4'' or 5'5'' in height. Mum introduced me to Zoë. We said hello and I shook her tiny hand in mine very gently. I noticed she spent a little more time than normal, looking at her own small hand in my shovel like hand. At one point she turn her hand to to get a 45° viewpoint. This amused her as I seen she was suppressing her giggle. She realised what she was doing and quickly withdrew her hand in a flash. She look at me, I smiled and gave out small chuckle. She was busted. She blushed a deep red. Her eyes followed by her head went down to hide her rouge face. That was a pointless exercise as the cat was well and truly out of the bag. She was looking down shuffling her feet. But, I could see the smile on her face. We had just shared a moment. I looked over at mum to see if she had also noticed. If she did!? she was not letting on. She maintain the steady flow of words. I had no ideal what she had just said. I just nodded and tried to catch up with the conversation. She was telling Zoë I was "home for good from the Royal Marines... Before mum could map out my future to a beautiful stranger in front of me. I took the opportunity to take my leave of them. I retreated back to the dining room to finish my soggy. Not so crunchy - nut flakes. My interest was aroused. I sat there contemplating a plan of action as to how to get more information on Zoë. Then the light bulb flashed into life above my head. I was the son of my mother. The information was sure to come my way in time. I was washing up my breakfast bowl when my mum came into the kitchen. "what was the rush" ? She asked. I told her that i didn't want to waste my bowl of cereal. You could have got another one. I echoed back to her from down through my years, one of her most popular sayings. "Waste Not, Want Not" I got a clip on the ear for that. She asked me if i wanted a cuppa and a catch up. As we sat and I answered ALL her questions. I bide my time until I could introduce a new topic. So what happened to the Collins who lived in the house over the back garden? I asked. I was told they had moved away to down to Southampton as Mr Collins moved with his job. Zoë moved in 5 months ago and was renting the house off of them. You seemed to get along great with Zoë, I said. She is lovely and so friendly, Not like Mrs Collins. It was like pulling teeth trying to have a conversation with her. I am glad you have someone to talk to now. You should invite her over for a cuppa and a catch up sometime. I suggested to mum. Oh I normally do. She is busy today. She is working this afternoon and needs to pop down to the train station before work to buy tickets to Durham. It is a real terrible shame Mum added. Such a lovely woman but a dreadful business to be caught up in... To be continued. |
