The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven
Chapter 21
Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood” was blasting through the speaker, much to Teddy’s annoyance. He made the mistake of stating he listened to nothing but classical music, so I was trying to liven up his house with jazz. After all, they were very similar, so surely that would not upset his nerves. The long frown on his face informed me that I was wrong, but I danced to the music next to him anyways.
“Come on,” I taunted with an urgent wave of my hand for him to come over. “Dance with me.”
“Sela, I am cooking,” he sighed out with distress. His statement was true, for he was in fact busily working over the stove-top to prepare our dinner.
I childishly lifted up his dish towel and smacked him lightly in the arm. “Dance with me.”
“Afterwards.”
“Promise?”
Teddy grabbed a hold of the towel to tug me towards him. “Promise.” He pecked his lips over mine with a sudden urgency. “Now, have a seat.”
“It’s not ready yet,” I complained. “Why must I sit?”
“The answer is simple,” he reasoned with a raise of his hands. “You are a distraction.”
“A good one though?”
normal music
his neck. “Yes, Teddy,”
as I approached the open doorway. My mood had lightened since Teddy and I made up, and now all I wanted was to be incredibly affectionate and near him all the time. He was the complete opposite
eyes wide open to take in the sight of me. I swayed her from side to side as I walked down the long hall, humming an unknown song to counteract the droning of a nonsensical commercial. I paused in front of the staircase, and found myself humming with tighter lips. There was an eerie feeling when I looked up at the staircase; a chill ran down my spine that was beyond explanation. I looked downwards at my bare feet, taking in the coldness of the floor. My mind suddenly recalled the first time I met Teddy, and his familiar voice wafting past an open window down to the gardens where I was currently waiting for him. Was he not speaking to
forward quickly and entered the kitchen to ask Teddy about this bewildering scenario that happened some time ago. “Teddy,” I called out. He was too focused on stirring around the mashed
warm smile spread across his face and he leaned forward
pot, mixing in the butter and herbs that he had just added to give the
know I live alone,”
“Always?”
“Yes, of course.”
woman here then?” His hand froze for a moment, and then he darted his
“No, I live alone.”
Luna down on the ground. Her white fur was brushed off the front of
wooden spoon down on the side of the pot. “What is it?” groaned Teddy with his posh accent sharper than
came here on Monday, I thought I heard you talking
“But that’s impossible.”
nervously in front of him. “No
the pot with a sharp movement of his wrist. “You must
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