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*You may see that the daughter now has a name she is Helen. Other than Rick the moving guy I haven't named any one else. Ideas are welcome*
*DISCLAIMER I wrote this in 15 minutes I didn't do much in the way of proofreading the most editing work I did was choosing the last word.*
“Sure sweetheart. I’ll get the top one and you get the bottom one.” The deadbolt at my eye level turns easily and i help my daughter open the bottom by holding her hand in mine. It is stiff to turn although I cannot tell if that is because I ant to be more gentle with helen small ahnd under mine or if it is really stiff. “I guess we will have to get your key looked at, hon.” I say looking at my husband.
“Ok we are In!” he says as he puts a box in front of the screen door to keep it from closing and fishes a wooden door stop from the bag he has set by the door to keep the inner door open. I remember this door stop from college. It saved my fingers from his heavy dorm room door on more than one occasion.
I hurry Helen to the back yard and open the french doors wide so I can hear her if she needs me. I position my self so I can direct the flow of traffic to the correct rooms and watch her play outside. The Day is getting warmer and I sense that spring might actually come early this year.
After an hour of directing traffic I have dug up the tea kettle mugs and the instant hot beverages. I have also discovered that we indeed got the ice maker working yesterday and we have ice and soda for anyone who need it. I call for a break and get Helen to come inside. She has collected sticks and leaves and created a picture of a person on the ground outside. despite the breeze it seem to be staying put.
As the moving men and my family settle in for a drink break. Quite settle over the house I had not realized the level of noise there had been.
“Ma’am” rick starts “I think we only have about an hour left.” Before we have everything in and unwrapped.”
“That is really great” I say and then as if on cue the french doors slam in the adjacent room and we hear glass break as one of the windows does not survive the shock.
Good choice on the last word. I like the little reminders that things may not be as settled as the family expects them to be. Beautiful imagery in the way of the 'stick' figure girl. I could really see something like that being arranged on the ground AND by a child. Maybe my favorite imagery piece.
ReplyDeleteSorry about the glass panes in the doors. That's going to be expensive!