I hung up the phone. “Do you think she will be back?” I asked slowly.
But Finch didn’t answer. I turned and looked at him. He stood, stiff, staring off strangely into space – his eyes bulging, blank – his mouth open, gasping a little – he looked shell shocked. Everything I imagined he must have gone thought in the past 48 hours, was finally taking its toll – it seemed to be all falling on him at once now that he had let himself relax a little. I took a step closer to him, worried, and put my hand on his arm.
“M-Mr. Reese, I, I’m not feeling very well,” he stammered, almost dazed. He
Observations of a sparrow 2 by GoodOldBaz, literature
Literature
Observations of a sparrow 2
It was late in the evening, and I was beginning to get drowsy. The wind, cold and damp, ruffled my wings and made me shiver. I needed to find a warm place for the night, and the warm yellow glow of the old beekeepers cottage seemed very inviting compared to the blue coldness that was all around me. I fluttered down to the closest windowsill and looked in. I knew I was being nosey, but I didn’t suppose they would care. For “they” there were, for the elderly man in the tweed suit and white mustache was still there. I huddled close to the window trying to get any inkling of the heat from the fire that was within, but without su
(special thanks to GentlemanofRapture, for all his help and his re-inspiration, and to Kara-li, for all her help with mostly later chapters)
Chapter 1
He pulled the sweater over his head. Oh, gosh, it felt good to be out of uniform again – out of it for good, that is. For the last four years he’d been in the trenches nearly every day and had little time for any sort of rest or recuperation – no time for doing what he wanted to do. Ah! But now, now, he told himself - it wouldn’t be that way. Since his father had died and he had inherited a vast fortune, there would be no need for work – not unless it plea