Storm (195 hits)
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Submitted by ramirez60 (View user info) at 2007-04-15 22:30:16 EDT
The rain was spattering across the roof of the house, making parts of it creep in that old storybook fashion. It took you to that time when your grandfather sat on the rocking chair watching the fireplace and created a solemn peace around. I never really knew my grandfathers, but I had this vision of how to be with my grandkids anyway. Own an old house without a TV, and whenever they came over force them to actually interact. Help my wife bake some cookies; well really just convince her baking cookies is a good idea. It was a night for thunder watching, where you could feel the epic struggle between nature and man. As if Gaea was screaming out to her lover in the skies to bring havoc upon the fruits of man and restore this beautiful planet to her home.
This was an evening where I really appreciated having the fireplace, and the wife to sit and feel the moment. We sat on the couch, in each others arms listening. After being married for long enough you get used to the silent comfort of each other. Love. We were starting to doze off in the comfort of our home, with the sounds of battle raging outside and then the most peculiar thing happened. The doorbell rang.
I have recollections from my youth of people stopping by without calling, or even this idea of passerby's getting stuck and stopping by for directions or to use the phone. Many a horror movie had such a plot. These days no one really rang the doorbell anymore, it was an antiquated activity, it almost made me feel like we should bring it back.
My wife sleepily looked at me, her brow perplexed at the possibilities of who was there.
"Are you..."
"No honey, I'll go check though."
I walked to the door, racking my brain for possibilities. Was it our daughter? Was she in trouble? The amount of ideas you can generate while making a quick trip is rather impressive, really gives you a sense of the power of the brain.
I opened the door and my mouth dropped. Watanabe. I hadn't seen him in years. He gave me a stiff bow, "Konbanwa." I stood there gaping like an idiot, I thought he had passed on, and I never expected to see him outside of Japan. "Osashi bori." (Long time no see.)
My wife had walked up behind at this point and was standing near the staircase about 5 paces off, "Who is it?"
Watanabe sensed my discomfort, and looked slightly startled at the voice of a women, so he changed to English and started speaking. "It's about son."
He had a son? I never knew he had more than a concubine or two, and that too I wasn't entirely sure about. I turned and looked at my wife and gestured for Watanabe to come in. He had taken care of me back then, he had saved me in so many ways. He took off his shoes and closed the door behind himself as I walked to the kitchen. My wife was flabbergasted at my actions.
They were exchanging some formalities as they made their way to the kitchen after me. Watanabe spoke to me again, "I want son to marry your daughter."
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Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-04-16 01:23:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I'll help you out progr3ss. I wasn't sure what to do with this, myself.
Submitted by Progr3ss (user info) at 2007-04-16 01:21:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
The doorbell ringing is not a peculiar thing.
I'm only rating this a 0 because there is no 0.5
Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2007-04-15 22:48:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
s'alright i guess