The farmer came up behind his wife and extended his hand in
welcome. He offered the man lodgings and
food in exchange of some arduous task of stacking hay. The man agreed and followed the couple
indoors for a meal of eggs, bacon and freshly baked bread, and finally a clean
bed. Several days of rest, work and
healthy wholesome meals later, the farmer offered to give the man a ride into
town he was heading to for his weekly visit.
The man agreed and hopped into the passenger side of the rusty red
pickup.
The drive was pleasant with a cool breeze blowing through
the opened windows. He observed rolling
fields as if covered with vibrant green wall to wall carpeting with an
occasional island of muddy brown, silos and farmhouses. Specks of chocolate brown roamed in the greens,
alternating between tall, magnificent horses and stout, stubby cows. Wild flowers lined the road on both sides smiling
their violet, lavender purples or sunny yellows.
In the town, the man went to sit in a deli while the farmer
took care of business. A young, girl
with flushing, chubby cheeks and a face that appeared to be always jubilant
appeared before him to take his order.
He smiled at her, accepted the coffee she poured and instantly
disappeared into thought. A familiar
feeling rose within him but he could not recognize it. That face, that smile, those bubbly eyes
triggered something in him and he felt restless. Suddenly, a name popped in his head, Heather
but that was not his servers name either.
He retreated deeper within and tried to recall Heather repeating it over
and over in his head.
Frustrated, he walked out of the deli, slamming the only
bill he had in his pocket on the counter, his coffee left untouched. He walked the main street and soon found
himself in front of a shop window that displayed bridal gowns. An image of a woman with white hair and
smiling blue eyes, surrounded by exquisite gowns appeared in front of him. First time since his predicament, tears
started to well up around his eyes.
Above the shop he imagined he saw towers, lots of them looming over in
the horizon. A whiff of ocean air
reached him even though he was hundreds of miles inland.
Seeing a bus depot, he got on a bus heading east. Nobody noticed him and he found a comfortable
seat in the back by the window. The
motion lulled him into a troubled slumber as the setting sun behind him began
to gradually wrap the fields into a shawl of darkness. His bleary eyes opened to the bright lights
of a rumbling city where he got off the bus and walked aimlessly. The rumble in his stomach became louder so he
walked into a 24-hour restaurant. An
omelet and several cups of coffee later, he proceeded to walk out but was
stopped at the door by a woman with a name tag on her dress. The man looked down in embarrassment, at a
loss of how to pay for the meal and proceeded to offer the only thing he had on
him of value.
To be continued…….
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