Burnt
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The late August night air was getting cooler, letting us know fall was not far away now. We walked a little ways up the block and crossed the street so that my house was only about a block away. Unusually, another couple was walking towards us, holding hands. As we got closer to the light of the street lamp, it became clear who it was. There was my mother, walking and holding hands with Fred Perkins.
Mom had a shocked look on her face when Sophie and I came upon them.
“Hi Mom, Mr. Perkins,” I said with a sly smile.
“Oh Travis,” Mr. Perkins said, feeling a bit befuddled. “Call me Fred, please.”
“Where are you two off to?” I asked my mother.
“We’re just out for a walk, enjoying the night air,” she said to me. “You know how it’s my favorite time to enjoy life in Canon.”
“Yes, and now I know why,” I told her. Sophie tugged on my hand, silently telling me to be nice.
“Well, you two enjoy your evening,” Sophie said, jumping in, and making me walk down the street.
“You too!” Fred said back to us, picking up my mother’s hand again as they kept walking.
Sophie ushered me down the street.
“How long do you think that has been going on?” I asked Sophie, turning back to make sure Fred was being a gentleman.
“I am guessing a while,” Sophie said. “Instead of worrying about them, why don’t you tell me where we are going.”
I turned my attention back to her just as we got to my house on the corner of Collins. I opened the new cyclone fence gate for Sophie as she walked through on the freshly-manicured lawn. She took a look around smiling at all the improvements, including the new front porch, complete with its own white porch swing.
We sat down on the porch swing and moved it gently. Sophie put her head on my shoulder and sighed as we relaxed together.
“So what do you think of this small town life, Mr. Stone?” Sophie asked me.
“I don’t think there is any place I would rather be, Ms. Ingram,” I said to her.
“No place at all?” she asked, lifting her head up to look at me.
“Well, maybe one place,” I said to her.
With that, I stood up and swiftly lifted her up, cradling her in my arms, and carried her across the threshold, pushing the door open so we could head upstairs to my bedroom.
No one keeps the doors locked in Canon you know.
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