I was born and raised as a country boy in the rural Pocono Mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania. I love the art of writing..
Stranger was starting to spend more time with, Janet and Alice. Stranger couldn't believe that if he hadn't been in town Alice would have died. Him and Janet talked about that often. Janet would hug him many times with tears in her eyes. She was so thankful.
Stranger returned to his bench every night and sat there with the little bird in his lap. He woke up one morning and the little bird was looking up at him. "What is wrong?" the little bird asked.
Stranger looked down at it and rubbed his hand over the bird's feathers. "You are my best friend. I have been spending a lot of time with Janet and Alice. Where I come from I am not supposed to have feelings. However, I am having very strong feelings for, Janet. She is an amazing woman my little friend."
"Have you told her how you feel?"
Stranger shook his head then said, "No!"
"Do you love her?" the little bird wanted to know.
"Where I come from, there is no such thing as love," replied Stranger. He got up and walked around for a while. He didn't know what to do. He knew that he really shouldn't be spending more time in town. He arrived at Janet's house and saw her outside. "Can I talk with you?" he asked.
"Sure, let's sit on the front porch." They sat down in the rocking chairs."Would you like something to drink?" Janet asked.
Stranger told her that he didn't. He then asked what happened to her husband. He knew it wasn't really his business, but he had to know.
Janet replied, "Joe was killed in a car accident over five years ago. Alice was so little that she doesn't remember much. Joe was a wonderful husband."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Janet. Do you think you will ever get married again?" replied Stranger.
"Possibly, yes maybe"
Stranger seemed kind of shy, something that was hard to believe. Stranger replied, "I really like you a lot, Janet. You are so pretty and your kindness has really made me feel welcome. I would like to see more of you."
"I would like to see more of you to, Stranger," Janet said with a smile.
"I have to do something first" he said.
Janet asked, "What is it?"
"I can't tell you just yet," he said, "I am not really what you think I am."
Janet said, "I don't understand?"
Stranger only said, "It is complicated, but when the time comes I will explain everything to you, I promise."
Janet got a puzzled look on her face as she watched Stranger walk away. She wondered what he meant.
It was that night that stranger opened his eyes, stretched his arms, and said to the little bird, "I have to take a walk my little feathered friend."
"Can I go with you?" the little bird asked.
Stranger replied, "No, not this time. I need to be alone."
Stranger got up and walked out of town on the same end that he walked into town many months ago. He was on a mission. A mission that no one knew about. Was his mission about to end? Would he ever be able to walk back into town again? What was waiting for him past the outskirts of town?
He walked to the exact same spot where he landed long ago. He reached into the right pocket on his robe and took out something. Stranger stared at it for the longest time. He thought to himself, Now is the time, it has to be done now.