We Meet Again

Six

Human Victor Stone

WOW ...those eyes!!

!! ALL IMAGES UTILIZED IN THIS NOVEL BELONG TO THE MODEL AND/OR PHOTOGRAPHER!!

(Raven)

"Flight 704 is now landing at San Francisco International Airport. Enjoy your stay and thank you for flying with Delta Airlines." A stewardess announced through the intercom. I got off the plane with my small carry on that consists of; a light change of clothing, which is a long black V-neck t-shirt and leggings, undies, toothbrush and paste, soap, a newborn onesie and blanket that was intended for my son, my state-of-the-art laptop, and lotion. I wasn't planning on having an extended stay... I just wanted to track down a few people that might know where Gar was laid to rest and visit my mother.

As I walked to the street side, I took in the scenery. Things certainly changed for the better. Some adolescent trees matured, the landscaping was beautiful, shrubs and bushes are neatly trimmed with flower beds aligning the verges, and a few buildings that weren't there before. It was amazing! Definitely an improvement from when I was here before.

I rented a car, then within two and a half hours, I was pulling up in front of my childhood home. I first went to visit my mother, leaving two dozen Lilac and Lillie, her favorite combination of flowers, at her stead, which I'd purchased prior to my visit. I stood in silence for more than fifteen minutes, kissed her lacquered name plate, told her how much I loved and missed her, then walked away... vowing to see her very soon.

After another twenty-minute drive, I laid my eyes on my former home. As quickly as I closed the door to the car, tears immediately welled up. I was astonished by its appearance. It seemed very welcoming, even eight years later! It was... clean and up kept. I wondered if there's a new family here, but when I knocked... no one answered.

So I tried my key and what do you know, the door actually unlocked. I cautiously walked in, not afraid of anything or anybody, but just in case someone popped out, like a kid or something, I would be prepared to explain myself... but nothing.

There was no one in sight!

I walked around, surprised to see that our furniture was still there! Just as we left it many years ago. I automatically went to my bedroom, and all my things were still there too! Form my bedroom set, stuffies, and even my clothes from high school!

'What tha hell?' I thought as I ran my fingers across one of my favorite books, 'Along Came a Spider' by James Patterson, that I was in the process of reading, again!

I then went to my mother's room, and her things were still there too! It's like we still lived here. I was no doubt... dumbfounded. I quickly went to the kitchen to see if there were brochures for selling.

Maybe this is a model home. Real estate agent(s) may have just kept the furniture...however there are no brochures. There's nothing that indicated selling the house, and besides, even if they were selling, they would've kept our personal family photos around. Agents always took those down, in hopes that potential buyers would be able to imagine themselves in the home, not the previous owners.

The atmosphere smelt fresh and lived in versus musty and unoccupied. Even the utilities were still on and functioning. I was very perplexed, so I sat my bag down and decided to go over to my old my neighbor's house, Mrs. Carolyn Landers. I knew that she'd remember me, and I didn't want or need to be remembered, so I went into my closet and pulled out the blond wig I used for Halloween, tying in in a small bun and covered it with my ball cap, put on sunglasses, and went over there.