Tale as old as Time
Summertime was to consist of repetitive trips to the
beach, trips to Mr. Softee and scary stories over bonfires.
Well not this summer.
Trees were lush filled with dark green leaves and bright
blue skies cast over a small playground. Loud screams of children in glee to be
playing with their friends and newly made ones. A man sat down watching a small
boy wearing a plaid button down and rugged jeans jump from the jungle gym.
Shaking his head at the dangerous acts of his son he returned to his iPhone.
A shadow cast over him and a slender woman dressed in
black jean cutoffs and a plain white v neck tee stood over him. “Is that seat
taken?” She had pointed to the empty space neck to him on the green bench. “No
go ahead”. Dropping her bag onto the seat she sat next to him and looked around
the park. Once again he looked at his son who was surrounded by a few little
girls who were giggling at him.
“Is that your son?” Her voice was soft and quaint with a
slight British accent. Glancing at her he noticed her soft graham color hair
and olive tanned skin. Jade color eyes stared into his brown and he smiled.
“Yes that’s my boy, he seems to be quite a hit” He commented. “He seems like a
charming young soul” She tittered and he smiled tightly.
He nodded and watched his son run up the slide and push
a small child away. “Hey!” He yelled and his son with curly hair frowned. From
the looks of it his son offered an apology and it was accepted. “Children these
days” He shook his head and chuckled. “I understand never had any of my own but
my sister’s daughters, quite horrid buggers” She added.
Both chuckling they smiled once again at each other.
“Are they here?” He asked as she pointed to a pair of blonde girls playing in
the small sandbox. “Sister needed a break she just moved here and instantly
fell in love with the area, good vibes here she mused” The woman said and
glanced around the sunny park. It was the beginning of May but it felt as if
the humid of July had arrived.
“Are you from London? I mean England” He asked and
rubbed his face in embarrassment. “Yes not London but actually Hesston, small
area, Victorian homes” She said and twirled her hair. “I grew up here my whole
life so it’s not that wonderful to me, I actually got into my first fight right
by those swings”. “For a girl” She added. He turned to her in curiosity as how
she knew that.
Chuckling she answered his look. “It is always for a
girl trust me”. “Do you plan on staying here in the states for awhile?” Nodding
and smiling at him. “My sister needs help adjusting who better than me!” She
giggled and he joined in before leaning out his hand towards her. “You should
tell me your name” He asked. Sighing she squinted her right eye and mumbled
only if he did as well. “On three” “1,2,3”
“Daniel”
“Piper”
