Chapter 2
They walked down the hill, arm in arm, chatting like old school friends. Random conversations of small talk. She found out that his name was Oscar; he used to be a great traveller until he found this beautiful place and then he decided to stay…and who could blame him? This place is AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL!!
Finally they arrived. A small cottage like house with a lovely front garden and two small hanging baskets dangling down beside the front door. As they aproshed the door Oscar pulled out a long thin rusty key from his pocket. Maria noticed his long bony fingers as he put the key into the keyhole and twisted it, the door seemed stiff but after a great push, it opened.
"Welcome, to home, Marie" said Oscar as he showed her in.
"It's Maria" she corrected "wow, this house is very…clean" and it was; the surfaces seemed to sparkle under the sun, the floor looked so clean you could probably eat off it.
"Thanks" He smiled. "Would you like some tea or something?"
"Yes please" she answered, glad he had asked. She started to wonder around trying to find out more about this Oscar but all she found out was that he was clean.
"There must be more here" she said quietly as she rummaged through drawers and cupboards.
"You ok?" he asked as he came into the room "your tea Marie?"
"Mer rear ah" she pronounced as she took the cup from the tray.
"Oh, sorry" he said "if you don't mind me asking, how did you get so bruised and messed up?"
"It's a long story"
"It's a long day"
"Well, Ok then"