A writing prompt suggested by using a one line sentence by Jodah, AKA John Hansen.
As Maureen watched Roy stack her wood, she felt a connection.
This is the sentence prompt given by Jodah, AKA John Hansen.
Maureen, 74, told of when back in 1952, she entertains a special young man, " Of course in those days, she said, " Buffet suppers were all the fashion. "
Maureen was busy washing dishes when she heard the familiar sound of the musical tone of her front doorbell ringing. Quickly drying her hands on her apron, she hurried to open the door and was quite surprised to see a young man, clad in dirty jeans and a jacket much too small for his muscular build. She surmised him being around eighteen years old, and he had the most beautiful sky blue eyes, but she noticed a look of sadness radiating from them. He shyly asked, " Do you have any kind of yard work or house work that you need done? "
Maureen felt an enhanced nudging to help this young man. She answered, " why yes I do, it won't be long before fall sets in and I have a rack of firewood just delivered that needs to be stacked, and by the way, what's your name son? " He told her his name was " Roy."
She watched him stack wood out of her kitchen window, then brewed a pot of coffee and put two homemade doughnuts on a tray. His eye's lit up when he saw the tray.After thanking her, he ate the doughnuts so fast she knew he was starving, prompting her to ask how long it had been since he'd eaten? He looked away visibly embarressed and muttered, " Nothing today Ma'am. "
It was close to five o'clock in the afternoon when she noticed all the wood was neatly stacked in a row. She went out to inquire how much she owed him, he said, " Whatever you think Maureen. "
Maureen was widowed at a young age, leaving her childless. Her husband had died in an automobile accident just two years after their marriage. He left her well cared for. He had fortunately purchased a good size life insurance policy. She never had the desire to meet anyone to take his place in her life.
She asked Roy, " Where do you live? " His reply surprised her. He told her that he'd grown up in an orphange and was just released a few days ago when he reached his eighteenth birthday.
Maureen lived in a beautiful home with an upstairs complete with a private bath. She thought, " Why not? " She asked him if he'd be interested in living with her, adding quickly, " You'll have your own quarters upstairs. She assured him she definitely needed help around the house, inside and outside.
He looked at her and saw tears in her eye's and he needed a place to live so badly. He'd been all over town looking for work, but couldn't find anything. He told her that he'd be grateful to stay and work for her, insisting on paying for his keep. She told him that she would pay him a weekly salary.
That was back in 1952. Many happy events took place over the years. Roy had met a special girl named Pat, they were married and were the proud parents of two adorable little girls, Sue and Kimmy. He'd bought and refurbished an old restaurant in town and business was thriving. Of course Maureen was seen nightly serving at the buffet table. Her life felt so complete. She felt like she'd had the son she always wanted, plus grandchildren and a sweet daughter-in-law.
When she looked at Roy her mind drifted back to the first day they met and how they both had developed and found profound happiness along the way. What more could anyone possibly want from her life of loneliness and his life of poverty, to a life of complete contentment? It was surely meant to be.
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