This week, the writing prompt for Two Shoes Tuesday is "danger". This is my story...
Something just didn't feel right to Marsha. She couldn't put her finger on it, but lately Paul had been acting strange... distracted, like he had something weighing on his mind. He'd plowed up their back acres for the first time in years, and more than once when she glanced out the kitchen window she saw him standing there at the fence line staring at the plowed open ground like he was trying to will a crop to spontaneously grow.
One night when he came in for supper Marsha asked "What are you planning to do with that plowed up field, Paul?"
"I think I'm going to plant a crop of winter rye grass," he answered. A few days later he headed off to buy some seed and came home driving a big backhoe that he'd rented in town.
"Now what?" Marsha wondered to herself. When she asked about it, he said he was going to dig a trash pit. "Time to get rid of some of the clutter and junk around here" he said, "burn what will burn, and bury the rest." She knew he'd get mad if she questioned more, he didn't like her in his business. In fact it felt like he like her much at all; it seemed he was yelling at her more than he was talking these days. Marsha decided it was better to just keep quiet. She watched thru the window as Paul dug a long, deep pit at the end of the new field he'd plowed up. It was back near the trees, out of sight from the road.
The following Monday the boss at Marsha's workplace got an early morning phone call from Paul. "Marsha's dad in Iowa took sick" he said, "She had to go down there to take care of him. I'm not sure when she'll be back."
"Ok," the boss said, "Tell her we're thinking of her when you talk to her, and ask her to let us know how her dad's doing."
"I will," Paul replied, as he hung up the phone.
That week Paul kept busy with planting the rye grass in his field. He was never was one for socializing with the neighbors, and he kept to himself even more now. A quiet, brooding man, they all thought. They knew he had a bad temper though, more than one had heard him yelling at his wife from clear across the yard. Not wanting to meddle in their problems, everybody pretty much left him alone.
The following Monday Paul's phone rang early. It was Marsha's boss calling to ask when he thought she'd be home. "We haven't heard from her, and we're pretty short-handed", he told Paul, "Do you think she'll be staying in Iowa much longer?"
The abruptness of Paul's answer took him totally by surprise. "Marsha called this past weekend and said she's needed there and she ain't ever comin' home. Guess you'd better find somebody else for her job."
No one was surprised that Marsha left Paul; she hadn't seemed happy for a really long time. Strangely, one of her coworkers was certain she once heard Marsha say her Dad had been killed in a car accident a long time ago.
Paul's field of rye grass came in thick and strong, with the corner back by the trees being the greenest of all.
Why don't you join us at Two Shoes Tuesday this week... write something about "danger" and link it up here to share!