He had been waiting there since morning. He had come prepared for the wait.The solitude was much needed to sort the images and words floating in his head. He could hear the words all around him. The same words that he had over heard all in the town whisper behind his back. He could recall hearing them just yesterday; years after they were once placed next to each other to form the very sentence that became his life – “He knows not to value”. A meaningless remark for many but not to him. Only he knew the reason it was thrown at him. Only she knew the hurt behind the one sentence. And rest of the world just took it upon themself to say it for any of his action which did not suit the norm.
If he acted indifferent to cause of poor , or refused charity for religious cause , or did not comment on crimes in the neighbourhood , the same sentence followed his footprints. If any new girl in town showed interest in him, which he no longer cared for , she was warned the same way. He was branded a man of motive , with all his actions to be born out of some selfish interest.
One by one he pushed all these thoughts to the back of his mind. The smoke from his expensive cigar clouded his view but illuminated the dust in the damp air. His clothes did not match his wealth neither did his words match his education. Not that he or any on cared. Finally after a wait of an hour, he heard her climbing the steps. He did not turn to look at her; she was doing that he knew. He just smiled as he raised his free hand to give her a slight wave before settling again in front of the door to her house. She smiled at him and entered the house , leaving the door open as an invitation.
Once he closed the door behind him, she yelled from her bedroom, “you had the keys. Why wait outside my door then?”
“To let people know I am here”
“You never did that in all the years that I wanted people to know you still visit me”, she retorted as she entered the kitchen and searched something edible.
“Time has come to put stop to an old gossip”, he said stretching his legs on the couch.
“Or maybe it will give the gossip lovers some more meat” She said pushing his legs down the couch and settling there with leftovers of last night’s dinner.
“I do not care”
“Really ?” she teased him, but he saw the curiosity in her eyes.
(I do not know where this is going. I am not sure when I will write next part but I hope its sooner than a week.All comments about the writing and any scope of improvement are most welcome)
Prompted @ Thursday Tales and Theme Thursday