It was a warm autumn morning and I had been sitting in a wicker chair on the front porch. I was lost in my own thoughts and letting the gentle wind blow my hair in all directions. It was not often that I did this but when I did I took it in full pleasure. I hadn't been bothered by any gentlemen that sought my attention and that were what I had been wanting for a rather long while. But on this particular morning there was a feeling of hollowness in me that I couldn't quite figure how to fill. That was until he showed up. If it hadn't been so serene I would have missed it. The low whistle he sang. It wasn't really a song more like a chirping. But caught my attention and I looked to my left. He wore a tattered straw hat, was medium height, I couldn't see his eyes but from the jaw line I imagined they were as blue as the sea or as green as an emerald. Either or they would be beautiful. He caught me looking at him and made his way over.
He came up the steps of the porch and leaned against the railing. I had no idea what to say I had never seen this gentlemen before and surly my mother and father would not improve they were always looking for men that had money and a good name. The one that stood before me was nothing close. He looked in my eyes and I could see his were full of youth and laughter. I felt my cheeks warm and my heart skip a beat and looked away. What was wrong with me? I wondered.
“Well, I didn’t know the darlings had a little girl,” he commented. I noticed he had a slight southern accent and I liked it. “Oh, well I’m always away so maybe that is why we have never encountered each other,” I replied. He gave me a crooked grin. I’m heading down to the little brook down the way. “Would you care to join me?” he asked. “What do you plan on doing down there?” I asked. Catch some fish, relax in the grass. Oh, well, let me just go and ask my mother, I’ll be must a moment. I scurried inside barley able to understand what I had just agreed to. I knew nothing about this lad and yet I was agreeing to go along with him.
My mother was in the kitchen making banana bread. “Mother, would it be alright if I went for a walk I won’t be long,” I told her. My mother was lenient with me only because I was not a wild child and I had good manners at all times. “I suppose dear,” She said. With that I turned on my heel and walked out the door and down porch steps with a possible new friend to catch some fish and relax in the grass.
