The Tragic Tale of Teddy Woven

Teddy stood at the bottom of the hill with a long, black umbrella in hand. A few droplets of rain crashed down upon the hilly land, but not enough to make me feel agitated. The bus pulled up right beside Teddy’s dark figure, and the usual bus driver that normally took me to work simply tilted his hat in respect to the gentleman waiting outside for me. The driver did not exhibit the same fears as the one yesterday, so perhaps it was only a bad incursion. I offered a small goodbye to the bus operator, pleased that he opened the doors wide enough for me to step outside and join Teddy’s side. I could feel the heated stare of this dark cloaked figure as I walked past the front of the bus, although Teddy remained motionless as I steadily approached him.

He was draped in all black for the morning, with a smoky grey flat cap covering his head. He removed it once I stood in front of him, and angled the umbrella in a certain way to block out the rain for me.

“What are you doing here?” His eyebrows shot up with surprise. “Is anything the matter?”

“I came here to apologize.”

“Yes, but you came out of your house,” I professed. “You didn’t have to come all the way down the hill to tell me that.”

“I was rude yesterday,” Teddy apologized. “And cold towards you.” His hat was placed back upon his head. “It is perfectly natural to be a little curious, and besides, you didn’t see anything too damaging.” He stepped a little closer, allowing the umbrella to cover us both from the light dripping of rain. “I overreacted,” he confessed. “I’m naturally a private man, and things only became worse when the town began to gossip about me. But you are different, Sela. You don’t listen to that.”

“No, I know nothing,” I conceded.

A twinge of a smile spread across his face, though it was small and fragile-like. “You’re like a breath of fresh air." An arm was presented upwards, a subtle offer for me to slip my arm over his own. “I think it’s time for something hot to drink. The rain will let up soon enough, and then you can return to work.”

His mood had suddenly lifted, there was even a lightness to his rich chocolate brown eyes. He escorted me away from the side of the road, bent upon taking the smoothest route possible that would lead him back home. The umbrella was shared between us, allowing him to be as close beside me as possible. We walked in companionable silence up the hill, where only the faint lapses of the calming sea could be vaguely heard under the light showering of rain.

***

A steady downpour of water droplets fell from a steel-grey sky; it pelted against the window where Teddy silently stood. His back was to me; a large white mug clutched firmly in his hand as he watched the sudden change of the temperamental weather. I was seated in my normal chair, stroking the small cat that was lost in slumber upon my lap. The faint ticking of the clock could be heard down the hallway, and the rushing wind that inevitably came from the sea.

Teddy was lost in his own thoughts, deep and dark enough for him to wear a brooding expression. I contemplated the warning of my employer, Daphne, and the words she gave me over my phone. Something inside of me wanted to dismiss it, to tear down every wall that silently stood in between us. Luna was placed upon the kitchen table and I found my feet naturally gravitating towards this sober looking man. My hand perched itself upon his left shoulder, turning him around so that I could have a better look at him. “What is troubling you?” I gently whispered. His face softened before me, but it still revealed a haunting look in the darkest regions of his eyes.

“Thoughts,” he offered out. “Memories.”

My hand was lowered, which made his demeanour change suddenly. He looked down at the hand that once touched him, and I could see in his eyes that he wished it would return to his shoulder.

“You worry for me,” he ventured. “You should worry.” He took a small step backwards, and then turned himself away from me. “I am not my normal self today, Sela. I think it’s best to return to your normal duties.”

“It is raining,” I reminded him, which made him look to the left to see the rain soaking the long glass window. “You were fine only a moment ago.”

“I must get out of this house,” he said with gritted teeth, before he darted his head to the open doorway that would lead to the hall. “Do you mind the rain, Sela?”

“You want to go out in it?”

“I thought a walk would do me well.”

I looked to the window as well with a feeling of uneasiness. “We could catch a chill,” I reminded him. “There must be something else you could do.”

“I will go to my room,” he declared, and then immediately left the kitchen. To my surprise he did not go up the staircase, but turned right to head down the long hallway. I followed after him, too curious for my own good. Teddy entered the art room and purposefully left the door wide open for me to follow him. “You are welcome to come inside,” he said over his shoulder, once he heard a creak of the floorboard over the threshold of the open doorway. “I have nothing to hide. Not anymore, at least.” He pointed behind him, directing his fingers towards a small wooden stool. “Have a seat.”

“Teddy, won’t you tell me what is wrong?”

could not hold back any longer. “It’s unbearably hot in here,” he complained, and moved swiftly to the window to force it open. The cold rain pattering against the stony grey wall was loud, you could hear the echo of the wailing wind as it battered against the wall with forcefulness. I expected it to rain a little bit

the room, scattering some papers that were laid upon his desk. Teddy frantically tried to pick up some papers, and motioned his hands for me to stay away when I tried to assist him. I blatantly ignored him, and picked up some sheets of papers that were closest to me. There were some sketches of the house, and self-portraits of him in different rooms. I

in a booming

you don’t

piece of paper from my hand, and protectively placed it against his

I suggested. “You captured the likeness quite

stepped away from me while still carrying the self-portrait. “Strangely enough, yours is quite different.” Teddy stopped in front of his pine desk and pulled open a different compartment than before. “I drew it yesterday evening.” A fine quality paper was lifted into the air, and then he slowly strode towards me. The paper was handed to me, and I could see an exact likeness

low that I could

“You don’t like it?”

memory?” I inquired. He nodded his head slowly, though his expressions displayed his anxiety as though it was choking

“How?”

vain, Teddy, but I have never seen anything like it before.” My feet moved to the right, and ever so slowly I moved towards the open window. “It is like you captured

black ink, and then frame it for

with a small nod of his head in affirmation. “You’ve done so much for me,” I exclaimed. “And I feel as

rosy pink lips puckered outwards, and soon enough his grey slippers elegantly stepped over the

abruptly.

you up.” He took another bold step forward to enclose the last of the space between us. “I want to show you the rest of my lands. You would like the shoreline, I think.” He took a long pause to

I’ll do

was inscrutable, but I knew he was secretly happy to

of him. Teddy nodded his head sternly, never letting his gaze waver away from mine. “I don’t like to see you

he laughed

your mind, I

voiced aloud with

I cunningly reminded him in the hopes of avoiding his

“Yes, you are.”

I nervously avoided his gaze. To stare at him any longer would be at my peril. Teddy must have gotten the hint, for he stepped aside and returned to his normal stool where he would conduct his paintings. I watched him busy himself with his apron, securing it neatly before he set up his station. I wandered about the room, and made sure to open the door a crack in case

rainfall that I loved so well. “Fill this with water,” Teddy requested, while holding up

his hand and headed to the kitchen to fill it. When I looked over my shoulder, Teddy was

the glass of the foggy window I thought I had caught sight of my own reflection, but the figure was larger than my own. I turned around instantly to find that nothing was there, and immediately shut off the tap. I held my breath with anticipation, and frantically looked around the room. There was a low whimpering sound, as if someone was in pain, forcing my head to turn to the left to observe the tightly sealed door with the heavy iron chain, wrapped around the doorknob and hooked around the corner of the wall, where a bronze hook jutted out of it. I wondered where that room led to, and if someone was down there. Should I be afraid of Teddy? Could there be someone down there like me? Some victim of his, or had my imagination gone too far? I turned on the tap once again, and forced my mind to a more positive sphere. I came to the logical conclusion that it was only my imagination, or the sound of the wind that made that sound that first alarmed me. Still, what sound in this house could create such a painful whimper, such a low moan of pain? I filled the water as high

questioned me,

to

you’d like. Be a dear for me, and turn on the music. I

“And what is that?”

a simple gesture. I embarked on the errand to switch on the radio, hardly amused when classical music began to play. His bookshelf was full of non-fiction books,

His paintbrush continued to dab on the canvas, focusing on a particular area of a tree in

revealing a

quite awkward doing it next to you. Besides, I ought to finish this one. Feel free to look at my other work, though do

length of his room. For someone that was normally organized, his workspace was in a state of disarray. I thought it was an acute reflection of his own mind, but I should not go so

were bent upon the canvas, utterly fixated with his work. I felt free enough to look at his landscape paintings, noticing that he was very talented at his work. “Teddy? Who taught