The children stopped and both looked at their feet. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw two children who approached him silently. „Hmmm, I wonder what I can do now?“ he said out loud once more. He stood up and stretched and walked past the red door into the shed where he took the other puppet. One again he repeated the gestures of the day before. So Washington it will be.“ He heard more voices whispering among each other.īy the next day he had finished his second puppet, Washington. Hmmmm, what should it be?“ He heard a voice whisper „Washington.“ „Good idea‘ he said. He took the puppet inside the the shed and closed the red door. He stood up and stretched and said out loud „well, I guess this one is done. By this point he would have company for hours except that they wouldn’t approach him, but still they stayed. He had carved a puppet of Abraham Lincoln. By the third day the young man had completed his first piece.
Once or twice he was certain he saw a few faces from the bed and breakfast, from a the windows of a few of the homes and even a few children who stayed in the shadows in the corner. He started to carve and continued throughout the day. He also pulled out some instruments from his bad and a few pieces of wood from the shed. He also pulled out his backpack and set it on the floor. The next morning having had a great night rest he stepped outside the shed and pulled out a bench from the room. „Well, I guess I’ll find out if I’m welcome or not by tomorrow.“ He turned to thank the man, but the man was already gone. This was luxury in comparison to some of the places he had stayed in the past. But then he knew he’d slept in worst places. A cot where he could sleep, a bench at one corner and also cords of wood pilled throughout the room. There was a big wood table in the center of the room and a window up high that would let in plenty of light. Inside he saw that it was a little dusty, but otherwise clean. He hitched his backpack and stepped past the door. You can stay in that shed, behind this red door.“ „Why thank you“ said the young man. „Did you say you have a place I can stay for the night?“ the young man asked. The young man walked over to the shadowed area and was finally able to see the person who was whispering to him. I shouldn’t be talking to you“ the stranger said from the shadows.
As he walked a few feet he suddenly heard a voice whisper to him „pssst……you can stay there for the night.“ He turned and saw that hidden in the shadows was a man about 35 years or so. He walked out of the bed and breakfast and figured he’d tried the next town. „I’m starting to feel as if I’m not welcome here“ he said aloud to no one in particular. He stepped into the foyer of the establishment and noticed a matronly woman quickly putting a sign on the front desk before disappearing into a back room. „Hmm“ said the young man, and he walked towards the sign. The man pointed to a sign and shuffled off as quickly as he could. May I ask if there is a place I can get a room?“ He noticed that the elderly man would not look at him in the eye. The young man smiled wide and approached the man. The first person he came across was an elderly man. He was on his way to no where and figured that this town was on his way. One day a stranger happen to come across the town. The children didn’t laugh, they didn’t play – they didn’t even befriend one another as they were never taught to do so. Each day they went about their mundane tasks with nary a word among them. The only thing they seem to know was fear.
In a small town east of where you are there lived a community of people who had forgotten how to live and to love.