Rose sat down on the well-kept red sofa and looked out the bay window. The sun was starting to go down, and she was feeling the achiness of her accomplishments from the day. She did however have a feeling of peace come over her. As if someone was there watching over her.
“I will have to visit your grave soon grandma,” Rose looked up.
Rose walked around the end table and headed into the kitchen. She turned on the burner that the teapot was on. Out of the cupboard, she took a tea bag and placed it in her cup that was already on the counter. She slid the sugar jar over and put two teaspoons of sugar in her cup.
In the refrigerator, she grabbed an apple and carried it to the sink. Rose rinsed the apple off real good under the faucet water, and set it on a plate. In one of the drawers, she searched for a paring knife to cut her apple with. I suppose I should give all this stuff a good wash job, she thought. Who knows when it was last washed.
The teapot started to whistle so Rose walked over to turn the stove off. She poured the water into her cup and set the pot back down. She washed off the paring knife at the sink and dried it. She cut her apple in half and dug out the core from both pieces. She cut both halves in half again so she had four pieces. After her tea steeped she took out the teabag and threw it away. She stirred her tea, grabbed her plate of apples, and walked back into the living room.
She set her tea and plate down on the coffee table and plopped down on the sofa.
“Wow, I’m tired,” She yawned.
The day finally caught up to her. Rose adjusted her body so she would lean up against the pillow and armrest. She lifted her legs up onto the sofa and got comfortable. She picked up her plate of apples and put it on her lap. She picked up her tea, took a sip, and set it back down. Just as she leaned back and took a couple of bites of apple, she noticed the end table at the other end of the sofa.
She leaned forward to set her plate onto the coffee table and moved her feet to the floor. Starring at the end table, she slowly got up. Rose walked over to the end table and picked up the clay elephant. She studied it and tried to recollect if she packed it or not.
“I thought I packed you away.”
Rose held it for a minute and set it back down on the end table, “okay, if you want to stay on this table I will let you… After all uncle Ralph made you.”
Rose thought it was strange and could have sworn that she packed it, but went back to enjoying her apple and tea. She looked at the elephant while she ate her apple, but couldn’t remember for sure if she packed it.
Her grandma didn’t have cable so that’s one thing she needed to call about in the morning. So all she could do was enjoy the quiet night and maybe read a little. It wasn’t long though before she was tired enough to head to bed.
Please join me again for more of: Rose’s Ghost.