The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

Two full glasses of water were placed over a circular table. A tray of fresh fruits were arranged nicely in a cobalt blue tray. The windows were wide open to let in some fresh air; Teddy was standing in front of them to push back the drapes a little bit more. “I brought out some fruit in case you are tempted,” he said with his back to me. “I know you don’t have much time, but I thought it might be nice to have something in your stomach.”

“I might take this banana,” I mused aloud. “I could eat it on the bus ride home.”

“Bus ride home,” Teddy chuckled. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“It is the same one I took to get here.”

“Yes, but it is hot,” he said as a way of an excuse. “And I have no bus stops around here.”

“I know.” He turned around to face me now, letting his lower back lean against the edge of the counter. “I had to ask the bus driver to stop me at the bottom of your hill.”

“And you walked all the way up here?”

“Yes, but I enjoy the exercise.”

Teddy walked over to his table. A chair was pushed outwards and then he took a quiet seat next to me. “Daphne has a car,” he noted. “I can drive you somewhere.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“I don’t think you should be lingering out there alone.” He licked at his bottom lip. “And it’s hot.”

“Yes, but it’s not summer yet.”

“And you are a woman,” he entreated. “A woman standing in the middle of nowhere alone.” Teddy reached for his glass of water, compelling me to do the same. “I will not stand for it. I was raised better than that.”

“Perhaps…”

the outside of his glass, while he altered his gaze between the clear

drop me off at the main bus

could

my hair that was now down to the tops of my shoulders. “I could drive you after every shift this week,” he nervously pointed out.

is

care

sip of my water, finding it was the best excuse to fill up the awkward pause. I thought it best to contact Daphne as soon as possible, knowing she was

suggesting I still need to complete the trimming to his hedges at the back. “I suggest you drink

to pick me up at the station in the morning,” I entreated. “Though driving me to the station after twelve will ensure I have enough time

lunch and eat here,” he suggested. “Or I could… I could make lunch for

“That really isn’t needed.”

deliberation. “I would like to do that,” he voiced out to my surprise. “You will have to tell me what kind of food agrees

my

He questioned me in a higher tone of

hardly expressing any emotions at all. “I

will ensure I have something to eat. I can’t remember the amount of times I have forgotten to have a meal.” He smiled at me, the first one I had ever seen spread across his face. “I would

so much I nearly dropped my glass of water upon the table. Teddy’s hands balled up together, and

he coldly replied. “Sometimes the wind blows so strong it slams the bedroom doors closed.” His fists gradually grew less tense, and soon

me drink the last of this,” I pleaded. He watched me gulp down the water rapidly. I let out a short exhale once I was done and placed

glasses and immediately turned his large back to me. I watched him dowse it in dish soap, dedicating his time to