He suggests to me Charlton Heston playing Moses, but sort of Halloweén style. He appears to be robed in a white bedsheet, and his scraggly longish and thinning grey hair makes him appear older than Aaron, not to mention the beard. There is a long pole or stick resting next to him against the bench. His head is bowed, as though in silent prayer or contemplation, or perhaps he is just having a snooze. He suddenly looks up at me, eyes curious, but rather flinty and unyielding.
"Hi", I say, standing there rather awkwardly. He doesn't answer. "I'm sorry, am I disturbing you?"
The stare turns into a glare, and I am feeling truly menaced, as though the life and strength are slowly being sapped out of me and being pooled uselessly on the ground at my feet.
"I´m sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you", say I, walking away.
"What do you want?" he says suddenly, rather between a growl and a bark.
"I was hoping to see the peacock, to catch a glimpse."
This has just simply blurted out of me and now he stares fixedly at me, as though I have just uttered something very profane and very forbidden.
"I am sorry, I really didn't mean to disturb you", I say, now backing away. I really want to get as far from this man s possible.
"Who are you?" he says, almost roaring.
"I'm just a guest here of Carl and Melissa. Sorry to have bothered you. Bye."
I have already arrived at the tulip beds and something tells me to turn around. The Charlton Heston Moses appears to be following me back to the house. I pick up my pace, hoping to lose him...
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