Gaston's Return
Featuring:
Gaston and Claudia Lewis Stevenson
He was not sure what to altogether expect when he had finally been able to muster enough strength to return home to the village. He was barely able to walk, and could only vaguely recall who he was. He had been met with bewildered looks as he slowly moved about. He had reached the local tavern, and went inside. The barmaid dropped her tray. The bartender gazed up, his face growing alarmed. "Its you" he stuttered. The young black haired gentleman had looked surprised. "You know my identity?" He asked, still bewildered. The other man had nodded and answered, "Gaston - back from the dead" he said in eerie tones. The other man scratched his head.
Before Gaston could answer, he had seen a young woman, wiping off the counters, and helping the other barmaids clean up. She had long blond hair, and deep blue eyes. She had stopped for a moment, and met his gaze. She had never seen him before. She then gave him a small frown and turned to her friend Susan behind the counter. "Whose the out of towner?" She asked. "He's a villager" Susan replied, "not much of one" Susan's friend had said more sarcastically. Gaston had slowly approached the bar. "Do you know me?" He had been speaking to the bartender once more. "Yes" the other man replied. "Can you please tell me about myself" he said. "You must have suffered memory loss" the other man commented. Gaston sighed, "afraid so." The two men talked for a few moments, and Gaston was still unclear of who he was, but the bartender offered to let him sleep in the room right next to his upstairs in the tavern. "I get weary visitors all of the time, so its really no trouble" he offered. "Thank you" Gaston said.
The following morning, the news had seemed to spread quickly that Gaston was rumored to have returned into town, after having had disappeared two years before. Lefou had hurriedly returned to the tavern. He had found his old friend sleeping in the bed upstairs. "I did not believe them when they told me, but here you are!" Lefou had said in his high pitch voice. "Who are YOU?" Gaston had asked, still dazed from his sleep. "I'm Lefou, your friend!" He said. Gaston still gazed at him, bewildered. "I've never seen you before in my life" he replied lying back on the bed, "if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to sleep" Gaston answered. Lefou frowned; he's definitely NOT the man I remember, he thought to himself. "Whether you believe me or not, you WILL remember" Lefou replied softly, leaving the room. Lefou had run into the bartender on the way down the stairs. "John, is he going to be alright?" The other man shook his head, "he just needs time to re- adjust." "A major re-adjustment" Lefou commented.
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Featuring:
Gaston and Claudia Lewis Stevenson
He was not sure what to altogether expect when he had finally been able to muster enough strength to return home to the village. He was barely able to walk, and could only vaguely recall who he was. He had been met with bewildered looks as he slowly moved about. He had reached the local tavern, and went inside. The barmaid dropped her tray. The bartender gazed up, his face growing alarmed. "Its you" he stuttered. The young black haired gentleman had looked surprised. "You know my identity?" He asked, still bewildered. The other man had nodded and answered, "Gaston - back from the dead" he said in eerie tones. The other man scratched his head.
Before Gaston could answer, he had seen a young woman, wiping off the counters, and helping the other barmaids clean up. She had long blond hair, and deep blue eyes. She had stopped for a moment, and met his gaze. She had never seen him before. She then gave him a small frown and turned to her friend Susan behind the counter. "Whose the out of towner?" She asked. "He's a villager" Susan replied, "not much of one" Susan's friend had said more sarcastically. Gaston had slowly approached the bar. "Do you know me?" He had been speaking to the bartender once more. "Yes" the other man replied. "Can you please tell me about myself" he said. "You must have suffered memory loss" the other man commented. Gaston sighed, "afraid so." The two men talked for a few moments, and Gaston was still unclear of who he was, but the bartender offered to let him sleep in the room right next to his upstairs in the tavern. "I get weary visitors all of the time, so its really no trouble" he offered. "Thank you" Gaston said.
The following morning, the news had seemed to spread quickly that Gaston was rumored to have returned into town, after having had disappeared two years before. Lefou had hurriedly returned to the tavern. He had found his old friend sleeping in the bed upstairs. "I did not believe them when they told me, but here you are!" Lefou had said in his high pitch voice. "Who are YOU?" Gaston had asked, still dazed from his sleep. "I'm Lefou, your friend!" He said. Gaston still gazed at him, bewildered. "I've never seen you before in my life" he replied lying back on the bed, "if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to sleep" Gaston answered. Lefou frowned; he's definitely NOT the man I remember, he thought to himself. "Whether you believe me or not, you WILL remember" Lefou replied softly, leaving the room. Lefou had run into the bartender on the way down the stairs. "John, is he going to be alright?" The other man shook his head, "he just needs time to re- adjust." "A major re-adjustment" Lefou commented.
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