the tall man
who is this guy, anyway ? flash fiction
The tall man walked into her dream clearly unaware he was in her personal space.
He looked around for a moment then headed toward an outlet in the wall where a cord was plugged in. She watched him stroll right up and simply pull the plug.
She rushed in and told him no, no that has to be plugged in there. She took it from him and plugged it back in.
He apologized and proceeded to go about moving other things around.
Soon, another person arrived loaded down with various items. The tall man helped to unload it all into the space, smiling and chatting pleasantly all the while. The other person came and went several times, each time bringing a load which the tall man carefully dispositioned in the space. It was a seemingly miscellaneous collection of items, most of which seemed to be old or used.
The tall man went about his activities in her space as she looked on. She finally struck up a conversation with the tall man, who turned out to be very easygoing and congenial.
She couldn’t help but wonder who he was. He seemed quite intelligent but never really gave a clue about his profession or background. Still, he seemed to know everything about all the items being delivered into the space, and showed no interest in everything that she already kept there.
She asked the tall man to tell her about some of the things being delivered, which he was only too happy to do, in great detail.
They wandered off chatting. Distracted by the tall man’s steady banter, she didn’t notice as he casually pulled the plug again and turned off the lights as they walked out the door. She never for a moment thought where it was she was going, or that she might be leaving her space behind.
Still talking, with a smile on his face, he gently closed the door behind them. She never even noticed the soft click of the lock as they headed down the path. The tall man clearly knew the way.
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Stand for Freedom
Originally published at https://verulomar.wordpress.com on August 26, 2021.
