A Helping Hand
For the weekend I decided to stay at my Uncle's house. I called ahead, told my parents where I was going, packed my bags, made sure the 'P' plates were on my care and drove the three hours to get there.
My Uncle was grateful for the company. He was unmarried and didn't have any children so he worked on fixing up the piles of junk that were his five acres alone. There was a lot of cleaning up to do and he let me help.
All of Saturday was spent clearing pipes from the back paddock, loading them onto his Ute and storing them away. We had toast for dinner and slept in a tent.
Sunday was worse. My Uncle went into town and I got to work re-fencing the back paddock. I had to remove the original rusting fences and replace it with new posts and wire. It wouldn't bother me except that it was so freaking hard.
"Here, let me help."
I stepped aside from the post that refused to budge and allowed Todd to pull it out. It was good that he'd come because I needed help. I wasn't the strongest person when it came to doing stuff like this.
We made a good team, Todd and I. He would pull out the old posts, stick in the new ones and pile it all up while I wound wire around the posts and tied it off securely. Time passed quickly again like it always did when Todd was around and I found myself blinking at a finished paddock and a beautiful sunset.
"You work harder than any Wraith Queen I know," Todd said. "I'm glad you're mine."
"So am I," I grinned. "You treat me better than any human male ever has and you give me a helping hand when I need one."
"Yet I am what your subconscious desires." He raised an eyebrow.
"And it desires something so completely out of my reach."
Todd winked. "I might not be as out of reach as you think." He took my hand, squeezed it, and turned, disappearing into the long grass. I headed back to the house, certain that if I tried to follow him, he would be gone.