Friday Fiction – Look, Jeffrey’s set a pot of chrysanthemums

August 22, 2014 Friday Fiction 0

Friday Fiction – Look, Jeffrey’s set a pot of chrysanthemums

“Look,” Claire said as they approached the Caruthers house, “Jeffrey’s set a pot of chrysanthemums on the stoop, that’s a real good sign.”

“It is?”

“Yes, it indicates he’s feeling a bit more optimistic.”

“I fail to see how one thing has anything to do with the other,” Charlie mumbled as he followed her up the walkway. Claire touched her finger to the doorbell and rang it. Only once, not bing-bonging frantically as she had in the past but just a polite one-push ring, the sort you’d use for a social call. They waited several minutes but no one answered. “We’ll just sit on the stoop and wait,” she said.

“I’d rather not,” Charlie answered. “Let’s go for a bite of lunch and come back later.”

They compromised, waiting for fifteen minutes then heading off to the diner.

After lunch they returned to the house and rang the doorbell a second time, still no answer. Again they waited, this time for nearly an hour. Claire lowered herself onto the stoop and sat but Charlie paced up and down the walkway like an expectant father. Finally, complaining enough was enough, he convinced Claire they ought to go home and come back in the evening when Jeffrey was more likely to be at home.

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