Charles opened
the window. Two grasshoppers long dead hung from the bottom of the windowpane. Grass,
dust, and a little bit of other bits of nature flew into the bathroom. Charles
groaned. “Well, I guess that's something I'm gonna have to clean that up.”
The sun
was in the West but was still several hours before sunset. The sun was
partially obscured by clouds but enough of it was getting through that the
light blinded his eyes if he looked directly out that direction. Charles stuck
his head out and then his arms. Taking a deep breath took in the grass, the
dust, and even the heat into his partially stopped-up nostrils. It was warm and he leaned out even further taking in a deep
breath through his mouth as it was the only place he could do that from.
Several times he breathed in and breathed out. He looked down at the grass and stared
for he didn’t know how long.
“Someone
could get out here and mow this grass,” Charles
said to no one in particular. “I could get out here and do it myself.”
Charles
pictured himself jumping out the window and finding the garage which had to be
near by and mowing the grass. Instead, he stared down at the grass. It was so
green. Several shades of it actually, depending on the type that grew. Dandelions
and other weeds were scattered among the grass adding even more texture to the carpet
of green he so desired to touch. The wind gently blew and several of the longest
blades moved giving the grass the illusion of greater movement than was
actually taking place. Remnants of moisture glistened on some of the blades and
sat on the ground in the few places that were not covered with grass, a
reminder of the rain that had come through earlier that day.
Charles
stared and listened. Off in the distance, he could hear the noise of cars on a
road and somewhere a prop plane was flying close enough to the ground to be heard.
He didn’t look up to see it because of the brightness of the sun and his
momentary fascination with the grass.
“I’ve got
nothing better to do, I could write about this.”
“A man or
a woman sneaking out of their place of confinement, dropping to the ground and
hoping the fall wouldn’t hurt them but knowing that one step on the grass,” he
huffed, “even lying on the grass may be a reprieve from what awaited them,
solitude, isolation, loneliness for who knew how long.”
Charles
stopped his narrative. This was too close to the truth. He closed his eyes and
raised his face to the sun, letting the heat of the early autumn sun warm his
face. The sound of some type of equipment or another generator being
started filled his ears. He didn’t move and the sound grew softer.
“Maybe
they are doing some extra research,” Charles said aloud a couple of minutes
later.
“Pull
yourself back to reality. You can’t go out there. It wouldn’t be safe.” And with
that Charles slowly drew himself back into the bathroom and even more slowly
closed and latched the window. “It’s a nice size window for a bathroom. I’m
glad it was here but.”
There was
no need for Charles to say anything else. He would be safe if he went out.
Whatever it was he hadn’t been anything worse than a bad cold. The doctors said
as long as he kept isolated from people nothing should happen. Isolation was
the prescription at least until he was over it and there was no trace in his
system. If there was anything that could be said about Charles was, that he
followed the rules. Well, as long as they were just and fair even if he didn’t
like or fully understand them. These rules, however, were the ones he had set
up and he knew the consequences if he didn’t.
Charles
wasn’t going to pull a McConnell. He would stay where he was. There would not
be a black death, a 2020, or a Pompeii on his conscious. He could wait to keep
everyone else safe.
“Besides what
I saw was worth a bit of boredom.” Then he paused and thought about all the
people he cared about. “Yes, being a little stir crazy” With that he rolled his
eyes “is worth protecting all of them.” Charles took a deep breath of room air
and blew it out, then he lowered the blinds and began cleaning the grass and
debris that had been blown in.
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