Fiction: His Woman (601 words)

15 Feb

He knew that he should be more concerned about this kind of thing.  He knew that just walking into his room and finding this woman waiting silently for him wasn’t normal, or necessarily sane if you wanted to get technical about it.  But at the same time, he couldn’t really be bothered.  After all, if it was insanity, well, then he’d been insane for most of his life and no one had said anything about it yet.

He didn’t know who this woman was, not really. He never thought to ask her name while he was actually in her presence.  When he was there, it didn’t really matter.  He felt safe, comfortable with her.  It was only when she left that he realized how odd meetings with her always were.

Today, she sat cross-legged on his bed, fidgeting with a loose thread in his pillow case.  When he came in, she broke into a wide grin.  The best thing about being with her was he never doubted for a second that she was glad to see him.  “Darren.” She smiled.

“Hello again.” He said quietly.  Normally, he was rather cocky in his mannerisms, putting up a brave front and what not, but if there was anyone in the world who knew his true nature, it was this woman.  There would be no fronting with her.

“I’ve missed you.” She said simply, getting up and pulling him into a hug.  He squeezed her back tightly.

“I’ve missed you too.  Things always get rather interesting after you come to visit me.”

“What can I say? I am an exciting woman.”  She took a step back so she could look him in the eye again.  “You know you like it when things get interesting.”

He smirked at her, “Oh, you have no idea what kind of comments fight to come out of my mouth when you say things like that.”

“I have some idea.” She mimicked his own smirk back at him, and then sat down at the foot of his bed.

“So—is something exciting about to happen?” Darren asked, sitting down in his desk chair.

“Oh yes.  Something you thought near impossible is about to happen.  You don’t get much more exciting than that.”

“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” Darren asked pragmatically.

“Depends on which way you turn your head.” She replied.  Darren nodded. It was an odd expression, but he was used to things like that from her.

“So—do you have any questions for me today? Anything I can help you with?” He asked, hoping that she might ask him a question that would help him figure out what was going to happen.

“No, no. Nothing for you today. I just wanted to visit, make sure you were still doing okay.”  She stood and walked towards where he was sitting.  She kissed him softly on the forehead, a motherly sort of action, not what he would expect from a woman who looked about his age, maybe younger now.  But then again, she’d always been that age.  He had just come to expect it.

He watched as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.  He jumped out of his chair and ran to the door but, just like every time before, she was nowhere in sight by the time he stuck his head out the door.

He went back in and stretched out on his bed, thinking of things he thought impossible, wondering what was about to happen. But then he sat bolt upright and groaned to himself. “I forgot to ask her name.”

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