I do not own The Village.
I do own my grandpa's pocket watch.
The Girl From The Woods
Kevin accepted the gold watch.
As "payment".
He really didn't know what else to do.
The girl, Ivy, she had insisted.
"Please, sir, please. It's all I can offer you."
And thanked him so profusely, in that quiet, half-broken voice of hers, that he found himself more than a little overwhelmed and suddenly very close to tears.
"Yeah. Sure, no problem."
And then he helped her up the ladder.
She's gonna break her neck, she's blind.
And listened with rising panic to her tumble gracelessly down the other side.
Thud to the ground.
Clamber to her feet.
"I am safe, Kevin! Farewell! God bless you all your days."
And head away.
And he had stood, numb in body and brain.
Staring at the ten foot high barrier separating the Walker Wildlife Preserve from the rest of the world.
Listening.
Fearing.
Wondering.
Until some random noise or other blinked him out his stupor.
Owlish in the late morning haze.
And he realized . . .
Oh shit.
. . . that if someone came along right now and saw the ladder against the worn wood stain, they'd ask questions.
And he knew he didn't know how to answer.
So he closed up the ladder, almost smashing a finger or two for his efforts.
Scissored jerkily back to the truck, angling into the bed.
And then sat in the cab.
And stared at the rest of his life.
That he could not see at all.
Past the girl from the woods.
Ah, I love this movie.
So much.
That is all. :)
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