The sky was painted a light blue, with streaks of white cirrus clouds stretching across the horizon. Bees buzzed around the newly planted tulips in the yard of the house with the blue roof at the end of the street. The recently painted blue roof was decorated with small yellow birds, and one smaller blue bird, perching on its gutters. The yard had been freshly mowed in the wee hours of the morning. A large Golden Retriever sat on the front porch gently tied around the Doric column near the steps. A few older women jogged by the house.
“I’m so glad we finally have some normal neighbors on this street,” the older woman in the green pullover said.
“It certainly doesn’t hurt that he’s good-looking either,” the young woman in the expensive name brand shoes giggled.
“Such a polite young man that Mr. Anderson,” the older woman said.
“I wonder if he’s got himself a woman yet,” the young woman thought out loud.
“You shouldn’t wonder such things,” the older woman said, “It’s none of our business what that man does with his spare time.”
The two women took another moment to admire the well maintained house, at that moment a man in a blue button down shirt opened the freshly painted white door. He walked towards the dog at the the foot of the porch. He stared at the dog, his eyes full of admiration. Then he slowly crouched down towards the dog 's collar, as if to soak in the moment.
The dog felt the tight clutch of the man’s hand, and seemed as though to say, with its eyes, “Too tight
“Wait! How did you know what I was thinking!?!” -- colored her tone. ‘Could he be a mind reader?’ Nervously wringing her hands as she inched away.
"Don’t you know what happens between a man and a woman sometimes?!" The Italian was surprised, heart stricken by her question.
The front door opens to the blinding sun and the sweet smell of freshly cut grass surrounds me as I'm dragged out the door by the black shadow, my dog Louie a black maltipoo, with a grin on his face. Taunted by multicolored birds flying through the bright blue sky swoop down a strike of black fur can be seen chasing after them with me stumbling behind barely holding on to the leash. On the bright green grass fields outlined by either palm trees soaring into the sky or a few various styles of houses. With a magnificent view of the valley with airplanes flying overhead as well as the view of bowl like mountains.On the journey across these grassy fields you can spot a pond filled with a wide variety of fish, turtles as well as ducks. In fact during the spring time if your luck when you go down and seat on the bench overlooking the pond you may see cute little ducklings swimming around their mother. Although you could also see the shark known in the neighborhood which is 3 feet long carp which swimming around at dusk. With the occasional sound of a golf ball whizzing
“It’s all a bit strange don’t you think?” he asked carefully, resting the mug of coffee on the arm of the chair. “My partner, Amelia…my work partner, she’s a detective too,” he added, “she sat with her in the back of the car, we thought she might be comfortable with a women just in case…you know.”
The man laughed, “Well, I see you’re always so curious…” The man’s lips moved again to say something.
It brimmed with morning air outside the Crufty family home. The Magpies were squawking on the broken power line, and winds of autumn made the grass flutter. The clouds kept the Sun rays hidden from sight, but left them a dim
The indication of morning had approached; wind halted while the air became temperate. Morning routine of the birds, fetching food for their children, communicating with the others, hatching their eggs. Newly seeded grass shooted out, growing like weeds. The air reminded Mary of a camping trip when she was younger in Yosemite Park. Pinecones and trees gave her the happy memories, ones of her husband and her only child before the accident.
This made the animal back away.” This shows that the dog was not interested in the man anymore because he was then
“We’ll have someone check on you, and I don’t see why that beautiful, old house should be anything other than an historical landmark.”
Rays of golden sunlight were piercing the blue sky. Today was a hot day. There had been no rain in the last month. A young child was playing in the field while his father was harvesting the crops. The boy was playing among the newly harvested golden vegetables. There were a lot more vegetables than he remembered from years past. The boy knew they were going to sell most of this harvest. Where are the other plants that he remembered? Why was corn the only thing growing? Why is it in straight lines instead of winding around the property like it normally did? He pondered these questions on the way to school. Today, unlike normal, his teacher let him out of school early. Though he thought nothing of it at the time the sky was turning dark. It
“So Lunchboy, have you ever had a partner?” I ask mischievously. His eyes widened, then he smirked real big.
“Do you honestly think that I don’t know about the conversations that go on in this family?”.
I clicked my tongue and shrugged. I've lived here my whole life and rarely had conversations with anyone but my best friends, Adrian and her boyfriend Kye.
Mrs Hutchence eyed the sky nervously, the clouds that had been wispy and white that morning were now darker and denser, and the usual virescent hues of the Land were muted. Gone were the sweeping blue skies of yesterday, now awash with various shades of bronze with a greenish edge to it that hurt her eyes. She had been waiting for Janet McIvor, to go about their usual routine working with the bees. A few days had passed since Gemmy come to stay with her, and the McIvor’s were still on edge. This time, Janet came alone, and as made her way across the dry field, Mrs Hutchence started to feel a chill. Janet looked up to her, and met her gaze with an eye of interest (solemn expression?). Mrs Hutchence
I couldn’t hold eye contact with him without becoming mesmerized, and distracted. I averted my eyes to the table, glancing at the hands which belong to the man which was of the earth; they were calloused, and slightly dingy. His grip on the small coffee mug was shaky, and yet sturdy. There was no fear of him losing hold of the beautiful pottery.