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
“That’s not what we’re here to talk about. I have one question, and one question only, E.” the nickname seemed off, placed on a man of his stature, but he had asked me not to disclose “personal information”. He nodded, taking a leisurely sip from his black coffee, and gesturing to me, a silent bid for me to proceed.
"Don’t you know what happens between a man and a woman sometimes?!" The Italian was surprised, heart stricken by her question.
“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.
“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.
“Well, just look at you,” she said laughing. “I’ve never seen you dressed up before.”
"Do you know anyone yet?" I asked, only somewhat curios, but mostly distracted by the way she looked away and bit her lip when I asked about her.
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
There were fields filled with bountiful flowers and yellows as bright as the sun at midday. A murder of black birds lay on the horizon of the small field, sitting on a rickety fence as if it was their only home. The middle of the field was a lush green that seemed to radiate and sunlight and brightness throughout.
“So Lunchboy, have you ever had a partner?” I ask mischievously. His eyes widened, then he smirked real big.
“Do you think it’ll ruin my chance with the ladies?” he asked with a teasing smirk.
“Do you honestly think that I don’t know about the conversations that go on in this family?”.
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
“ Be careful” he says. “Stay on this side of the neighborhood. Look out for cars.”
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