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Mattymo · 10-28-2008, 03:15 PM

December 6, 1910

Walking down Queen Street, Francis took in all of his surroundings despite the bitter winter cold. The large buildings, the people, the stores. This wasn't quite like the small towns around New England he grew up in. This was different…this was alive.

As he walked around the corner to pass the City Hall, a familiar voice called out to him. He turned around to see Helen, blonde hair waving in the wind, trying to catch up to him.

"Hey stranger, how ya been," she said, poking his arm, "I just got back from the train."

"H-h-hiya Helen," he replied, stepping back from her, "I'm well thanks. How was work?"

She didn't even notice his uneasiness. "It was great but tiring. Two weeks is a long time, but at least I get a week off. Then I get back on the train for two weeks. But it really is a nice job, I get to see so many cities and meet so many people."

She waited.

"I heard my dad hired you at the bank. That's so exciting, how's that been going," she asked as she lit a cigarette.

"Yeah, it's good, I wish I were doing more than giving people their mail, but it's a start I guess," he said, looking down and continuing to walk, "Your dad is a good man. Intimidating, but very nice.""

Realizing his discomfort, Helen grabbed Francis' arm. "My father is a smart man, a nice man, but he's a little over-protective of me. Don't worry about him."

She paused.

"So where are you living?"

Feeling more at ease, he smiled and pointed to a small inn about 500 feet away.

"What? It's been almost three weeks!" Helen exclaimed, playfully pushing him, "we need to get you an apartment or something!"

As they walked, Francis came out of his shell, telling her of his days in Connecticut. About how he always loved playing baseball and football with his friends, about how his father expected him to join the military and had no time for fun. She spoke of growing up in Toronto, how she worked on the train so that she could one day move out on her own and go to nursing school. They laughed together and throughly enjoyed one another's company.

After about thirty minutes of walking they saw a "For Rent" sign in the window of a small apartment building, right across the street from Queen's Park.

"Shall we?" Helen asked, tucking her arm inside his.

Francis just smiled and followed her lead up the steps and inside.

10-28-2008, 03:15 PM	#3 (permalink)
Mattymo All Star Starter Join Date: May 2002 Location: Colchester, CT Posts: 1,443 Thanks: 0 Thanked 5x in 4 posts	December 6, 1910 Walking down Queen Street, Francis took in all of his surroundings despite the bitter winter cold. The large buildings, the people, the stores. This wasn't quite like the small towns around New England he grew up in. This was different…this was alive. As he walked around the corner to pass the City Hall, a familiar voice called out to him. He turned around to see Helen, blonde hair waving in the wind, trying to catch up to him. "Hey stranger, how ya been," she said, poking his arm, "I just got back from the train." "H-h-hiya Helen," he replied, stepping back from her, "I'm well thanks. How was work?" She didn't even notice his uneasiness. "It was great but tiring. Two weeks is a long time, but at least I get a week off. Then I get back on the train for two weeks. But it really is a nice job, I get to see so many cities and meet so many people." She waited. "I heard my dad hired you at the bank. That's so exciting, how's that been going," she asked as she lit a cigarette. "Yeah, it's good, I wish I were doing more than giving people their mail, but it's a start I guess," he said, looking down and continuing to walk, "Your dad is a good man. Intimidating, but very nice."" Realizing his discomfort, Helen grabbed Francis' arm. "My father is a smart man, a nice man, but he's a little over-protective of me. Don't worry about him." She paused. "So where are you living?" Feeling more at ease, he smiled and pointed to a small inn about 500 feet away. "What? It's been almost three weeks!" Helen exclaimed, playfully pushing him, "we need to get you an apartment or something!" As they walked, Francis came out of his shell, telling her of his days in Connecticut. About how he always loved playing baseball and football with his friends, about how his father expected him to join the military and had no time for fun. She spoke of growing up in Toronto, how she worked on the train so that she could one day move out on her own and go to nursing school. They laughed together and throughly enjoyed one another's company. After about thirty minutes of walking they saw a "For Rent" sign in the window of a small apartment building, right across the street from Queen's Park. "Shall we?" Helen asked, tucking her arm inside his. Francis just smiled and followed her lead up the steps and inside. Last edited by Mattymo; 10-28-2008 at 04:15 PM.