The truck pulled up to the curb its tires rubber gritted against the round edge. The lawn on the other side of the rounded gutter was one shade yellow of emerald one watering and it will be the most beautiful lawn in the neighborhood. The truck was large and white with writing that proclaimed, Two men with big hearts moving company. From behind the moving truck a very sensible red minivan pulls out and around and into the gray cement driveway. In the drivers side a man unbuckled from his seat and exited the vehicle. In the passenger seat a dark lump stayed motionless, spread over the seat.
The man stretched and looked around him the sky was blue and too bright for his eyes. He squinted, then blinked and finally pulled a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket under his green v-neck sweater. The bi-focal lenses darkened and the man smiled his hair was mostly brown above his their face although there were stubborn gray patches. For the most part the hair stood straight up ignoring the careful part on one side. His cheeks looked as if he had shave much earlier that morning or sometime the night before and little glints of silver gave evidence that if he had a beard it would be largely gray. He walked over to the front of the moving truck where two more men met him. The men were larger looking, more burly than he was but neither man was quite as tall as he. The two men by the truck work jeans, steel-toed boots and black t-shirts bearing the same writing as the truck did. While the man from the minivan chatted amiably with the people from the truck a silver Sebring pulled up being the red minivan in the driveway.
From the Sebring appeared a small woman. She was short and thin but some thing about her precluded weak from being added to that list. Her hair was a colour that it was impossible to classify as brown or blond. She came around the rear end of her car and smiled tightly at her husband in his green sweater and darkened bi-focals. Somehow the smile communicated to the husband and the workmen the message, hurry up, as the workmen moved to the rear door of their truck and the husband began to fish in his pockets for the keys to the house.
The woman moved decisively to the passenger side door of the red minivan and knocked on the window. The window slid down with an electric hum to reveal that the passenger side lump was a teenage girl. The womans face relaxed a little and she smiled a little less tightly. She said to her daughter, Come on dear, time to wake up, come take a look at the house.
Im up, mom, and I saw the house last night.
What? Oh never mind, Im going to help your father, the woman said before she walked to the rear of the truck to tell the movers how to do their job.
The teenager unbuckled and stepped out of the van. She threw the door closed so that it slammed loudly, registering her unspoken complaint with her parents. She stretched without moving, a yoga tensing and relaxing of the muscles. Above her a crow had perched on the edge of the roof. It stood there and regarded the new inhabitants of its yard. The girl looked up at the black bird and gave it a wink. The crow gave a loud and long caw. Another crow drifted in to perch beside the first. They bobbed heads at each other and both turned to regard the girl who was looking slightly spooked by the sudden appearance of the second bird. The newly landed crow cawed and now a third bird landed.
Are you feeding them Kat? The girls mother asked.
No mom, Im going in now. Kat said as she walked into her new home and slammed the door behind her.
The man stretched and looked around him the sky was blue and too bright for his eyes. He squinted, then blinked and finally pulled a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket under his green v-neck sweater. The bi-focal lenses darkened and the man smiled his hair was mostly brown above his their face although there were stubborn gray patches. For the most part the hair stood straight up ignoring the careful part on one side. His cheeks looked as if he had shave much earlier that morning or sometime the night before and little glints of silver gave evidence that if he had a beard it would be largely gray. He walked over to the front of the moving truck where two more men met him. The men were larger looking, more burly than he was but neither man was quite as tall as he. The two men by the truck work jeans, steel-toed boots and black t-shirts bearing the same writing as the truck did. While the man from the minivan chatted amiably with the people from the truck a silver Sebring pulled up being the red minivan in the driveway.
From the Sebring appeared a small woman. She was short and thin but some thing about her precluded weak from being added to that list. Her hair was a colour that it was impossible to classify as brown or blond. She came around the rear end of her car and smiled tightly at her husband in his green sweater and darkened bi-focals. Somehow the smile communicated to the husband and the workmen the message, hurry up, as the workmen moved to the rear door of their truck and the husband began to fish in his pockets for the keys to the house.
The woman moved decisively to the passenger side door of the red minivan and knocked on the window. The window slid down with an electric hum to reveal that the passenger side lump was a teenage girl. The womans face relaxed a little and she smiled a little less tightly. She said to her daughter, Come on dear, time to wake up, come take a look at the house.
Im up, mom, and I saw the house last night.
What? Oh never mind, Im going to help your father, the woman said before she walked to the rear of the truck to tell the movers how to do their job.
The teenager unbuckled and stepped out of the van. She threw the door closed so that it slammed loudly, registering her unspoken complaint with her parents. She stretched without moving, a yoga tensing and relaxing of the muscles. Above her a crow had perched on the edge of the roof. It stood there and regarded the new inhabitants of its yard. The girl looked up at the black bird and gave it a wink. The crow gave a loud and long caw. Another crow drifted in to perch beside the first. They bobbed heads at each other and both turned to regard the girl who was looking slightly spooked by the sudden appearance of the second bird. The newly landed crow cawed and now a third bird landed.
Are you feeding them Kat? The girls mother asked.
No mom, Im going in now. Kat said as she walked into her new home and slammed the door behind her.
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lotus:
I went to the chat but you weren't there..... *pout*
isis:
so this is what do with your insomnia.... you obviously don't need to dream to come up with a story.