Two Hearts One Stone Today was so much brighter than yesterday. Things seemed to be getting better since Melody decided to think more positively. Even her brother visiting, raiding her fridge was bearable. It was a good day. Finishing a passage of her memoirs, peeking out of the bay window of her study from time to time, smiling for no reason. The doorbell rang, surely Shawn would have common sense not to wait on her to walk a block to answer. Clearly such was a hope and a wish. Melody pushed herself out of her comfy office chair, looked at Shawn, took a piece of his pineapple and proceeded to the door. Who is it? Hello?!?!? Theres a delay before the person on the other side answers. Its me...Kirk. Shawn comes over after seeing her delay, opens the door. Im sorry, who?, Shawn asks. Much taller than Melodys 57 frame, Shawn stands 63, Kirk at least 65, both men trying to figure it out. She swirled around Shawn, steps outdoors looking around. How did you find out where I live? Shawn this is...its ok. Where did you come from? Kirk waits for her shock to decline, which does not. Cold wind blowing from the North. I took the first flight out of Burbank this morning, had to see you. Ive tried contacting on a myriad of occasions, Melody. Just hear me out, please. The air became thick as her cellphone rang and Petes picture flashed with each ring. Hello?, he hasnt called her in two weeks, What? When? Mel can we talk?, Kirk interrupts knowing damn well whos on the phone. Whos that?, Pete asks. She sighs... Shawn goes back inside as she waives him away. Kirk stands in his coal black sailors jacket, faux gloves. Dolce Bernie cap providing warmth. His eyes reading her. Unannounced. This is trouble. Big trouble. To be continued... Two Hearts One Stone Affairs of the Heart True Hogan 13
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 20:28:45 +0000
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