She had watched her feet slowly melt the soft snow as they walked the short distance between the two houses. The boy beside her, Benji, was talking. there was a thought, like a small yellow wisp, in her head that she saw the words leaking through the gap created by a fallen baby tooth. It was funny. the muscles around her mouth twitched, producing a smile followed by "aha"
"Hey!?" the boy looked offended, hands on hips looking like a green smurf he stopped walking.
"what?" she too halted.
"it's not that funny wait till you hear what I did to him..." and he kept on walking words of all colors leaving that gap of his.
Perhaps he thought she was listening to his tales but she was only visualizing the colors and sounds of those words. they reached the doorstep and he flung open the door.
"GRAN! I WANT THOSE BROWNIES NOW"
"you can only have them if you win your bet." a feeble elderly voice of a woman came from the kitchen. the boy raced towards the kitchen while Anne stood awkwardly at the doorstep. She gently closed the door behind her and waited.
This house was much more colorful than Theodora's. It was in a sense very exotically decorated. There were pictures on the right side wall of the door. Pictures of an old man a young man with a woman a baby and there was Benji in a few of them too.
It took a while for the feeble elderly voice to materialize in front of her. An old woman probably in her 60s now. She was slightly taller than Anne. Her soft greyish-white hair pulled into a loose bun the loose strands outlined her wrinkled but lean face. She had the pale complexion and pink cheeks that resembled more to a china doll. A cardigan pulled over her shoulders and her pastel yellow dress revealing her porcelain shins. There was a comforting warmth in her voice as she greeted Anne.
"Good afternoon, dear, don't just stand there come on in."
"Good afternoon ma'am," Anne said shyly
the woman led her to the living room. "have a seat"
Anne placed herself on the cream-colored sofa but she was not comfortable and the woman sighting her embarrassment sat right beside her.
"Oh... dear, I hope Benji hasn't been much trouble?" Her gaze concerned.
"I... I hope hadn't been too much of a trouble for him." Anne blushed recollecting the fact that she had kept him waiting outside in the cold weather.
"Nonsense." the woman laughed "Benji is never troubled he is the trouble." She winked which made her look funny and cute.
Benji walked in with a tray full of freshly baked browny the aroma filled the room and he made himself comfortable in the armchair and started his war with the food.
"now Benjamin we have a guest..." she frowned at him
"Of course grandmother dearest... would our guest highness like a piece of this old woman's bake?' Benjamin acted.
Mrs. Woods fought the urge to give him a box on the ear at the same time repressing her smile.
"no, thank you" Anne refused though the smell was appetizing and her stomach was growling but she did refuse.
"he is... he has a strong..er.. will." Anne blurted out.
"I am afraid he is of the type." Mrs. Woods smile to herself. Anne knew a lot of smiles only this smile appeared a bit bluer but Anne had no intention of asking for reasons of the sad smile.
"so... it's just you and him?" She again made an effort to fill the silenced atmosphere of the room because no matter o=how much she loved silence there was a huge difference between the silence of her solitude at home and of outside. She KNEW this.
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon A Puppet
Mystery / ThrillerMistakes were made in the past. Running away and without a word was the severe one. Only if one knew that the amnesia they were facing was nothing more then an answered prayer they may not look for answers to it. Anne chooses redemption over cowardi...
