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The sunlight in Atticus' vision became visibly lighter. He inhaled the fresh scent and his lips parted ever so slightly. She took a few steps off the bus, gifting the street with a pair of long, stockinged legs before the rest of her figure emerged. An emerald coloured frock gently hugged her curves and thinned at her petit waist. Her curtain of chocolate-brown hair was twirled back into a messy bus, and she absent-mindedly tucked away a few wispy strands. Her hair contrasted beautifully with her flawless skin. Her stunning rose lips curled into a delightful smile and further widened, revealing perfectly white teeth. Her whole demeanour was a breath of fresh air into Atticus' system. But it was those eyes that reached into the undiscovered areas of Atticus' heart. They were warm and sincere, they held meaning, laughter, youth and joy and Atticus couldn't help but drown in their overwhelming waters. Her whole body was like a book which he could re-read, over and over again. So many emotions. She was a picture of grace and beauty yet she walked with a sense of independence and reason. Her step with light and even with two suitcases, she appeared regal.
Atticus mindlessly gawked at the slim figure coming up his street. She took long strides and those eyes flicked around the street, absorbing the details of information hidden in Maycomb's ancient street. Finally they fixed on him. Atticus felt his cheeks flare in embarrassment and he pushed his sweaty spectacles further up his nose. Those hazel orbs pinned him to the wall and froze him in his tracks. Her steady eyes were fixed on him, as she too seemed to be reading him. Atticus curled his fingers and maintained his rigid stance. When she finally flicked away her penetrating gaze, Atticus felt as if a great weight had been lifted of him. His minute under her spotlight gaze was enough to turn a man crazy. Why was it that all of a sudden, he was pining after this woman? Yes, she was beautiful, extremely beautiful but… she was so young.
The woman (as she was now known to Atticus), smartly rapped on Miss. Maudie's door. Atticus registered no emotion of surprise, yet his head was flitting with unanswered questions. Who was this woman? Why had a woman of her calibre chosen Maycomb? And why of all people was she choosing Miss. Maudie? Almost as if on que, Miss. Maudie swung open her screen door with an aching screech and she herself emerged.
She was a monstrous woman compared to the dove who stood in front of her. Not necessarily in appearance, but in character. Miss Maudie was one of the towns, plentiful sources of gossip. But what set her apart from the other crotchety tattlers was:
1. Her talent to not only twist gossip into the most ridiculous and fanciful tales but her ability of sharply and sometimes spitefully disregard other peoples opinions.
2. Her not-so-secret love of Atticus.
Since Atticus could remember, Maudie Atkinson was always been quite the formidable spirit. Her sheepish face, innocent eyes and her scrupulous obsession with her garden were all an unfortunate ruse. Maudie Atkinson was in fact, one of the hardest, toughest souls in Maycomb. Unlike many women of her age, she didn't sit in the cool afternoons shade sipping cold water or adding rouge to her sunburned cheeks. She toiled away In the garden she was so committed to and was NEVER hesitant to voice her opinion as well as fight for her cause. It was for this quality that Atticus admired her.
Atticus had never taken any romantic interest in Miss Maudie, nor had he ever been remotely interested in another woman of his age. Atticus wasn't the kind of man to chase after a woman, or seduce her romantically and he didn't believe in "true love." No woman had ever caught the eyes of Atticus Finch, not because there were none in Maycomb, but because none of them understood him. Bloody hell, even his own mother didn't fully understand him.
Atticus flicked back to the present moment and saw Miss. Maudie giving the woman a quick look over. No doubt scanning her for any suitable sources of gossip and finally extending a brisk hand to the woman. Surprisingly she took it and they exchanged a firm and businesslike handshake. She then disappeared from view. Atticus was left to comprehend the dazzling yet confusing events that had just occurred in the short space of five minutes.
That Woman, Atticus closed his eyes and immediately saw the curve of her hips, the slim line of her hands, the glossy brown hair. But most of all, they one aspect that was forever burned into his mind, her hazel eyes. They tormented him, he Atticus took of his glasses, and rubbed his eyes with an exhausted expression on his face. For Atticus one thing was certain, tonight would be a sleepless night.