Storm?s fingers brushed over the curve of the rocking chair, the wood smooth to touch. Standing outside of store full of woodcraft, the two rocking chairs set out front caught her attention. With the warming weather, she could picture evenings spent next to Ewan, watching Avery play till the sun set. The image was fleeting, leaving a soft smile to her lips as she entered the shop.
The colors and smells of the wood brought an odd feeling of comfort, as well as the light hum of voices from the few individuals that were already inside. With the cradles close to the door, she did not have to go far to find the furniture of choice. The choices were not grand, but the variations already loomed in her mind as she observed each one. Her eyes moved to the ones that could rock, from the ornate to simple in design. One of maple caught her attention, moving closer to study the bedding that was already placed inside.
?Our daughters need a ?big kid bed.? If you have two of the same design but perhaps in different wood, that would be best.? On the other side of the shop, Storm could hear the only dominate conversation within the entire room. While it was not given her full attention, her sensitive ears had difficulty ignoring it.
?What did you both have in mind??
The sound of silence grew before the woman spoke again, ?Well, maybe? here, like this.? Oncoming footsteps had Storm moving to the other side of the crib without looking over her shoulder. The young woman passed by, her red hair cut short to her shoulders that flattered her freckled face, ?Thank you.? The woman then caught the owner?s attention about the small beds that were near to the cribs.
Storm smiled to the young woman, giving the color of her hair another glance, before moving towards other cribs that were not as close to the children beds. The conversation within the room was joined by another that was beginning just out of the open door.
?Let them shop beloved. Come and sit with me.? The sound of the man?s sitting into the rocking chair out front was nearly silent except for the quiet squeak that reached the Air?s ears.
?I just wanted to see what they are choosing.? The sound of the woman settling into the next chair brought a ghost smile to Storm?s lips.
?You will see it once they buy it.? Despite the chiding nature, traces of humor were easy to find in the man?s voice.
Storm glanced out the large window that was right behind the rocking chairs to catch a glimpse of the couple. Elderly in age, it did not seem to define their love for each other, as the man reached over to hold what clearly was his wife?s hand. Not wanting to impose on their private moment, Storm looked back to the cribs, marking two in mind to show Ewan at a later date.
?I think these will do us nicely. Thank you.? A silent beat before the young woman spoke again. ?From the both of us.?
?The pleasure is mine, Hannah. I will have the beds sent to your home within the evening.?
Hannah. Storm looked up again at the young couple speaking with the owner. The man stood tall and thin over the salesman, his hair dirty brown and his limbs long. He was given only a brief look before Storm looked over to the woman. The red hair reminded her of Avery?s little friend at school. He had said her name was Hannah.
Scratching her hair around her hairline, she ignored the odd feeling and returned back to looking at the cradles.
The colors and smells of the wood brought an odd feeling of comfort, as well as the light hum of voices from the few individuals that were already inside. With the cradles close to the door, she did not have to go far to find the furniture of choice. The choices were not grand, but the variations already loomed in her mind as she observed each one. Her eyes moved to the ones that could rock, from the ornate to simple in design. One of maple caught her attention, moving closer to study the bedding that was already placed inside.
?Our daughters need a ?big kid bed.? If you have two of the same design but perhaps in different wood, that would be best.? On the other side of the shop, Storm could hear the only dominate conversation within the entire room. While it was not given her full attention, her sensitive ears had difficulty ignoring it.
?What did you both have in mind??
The sound of silence grew before the woman spoke again, ?Well, maybe? here, like this.? Oncoming footsteps had Storm moving to the other side of the crib without looking over her shoulder. The young woman passed by, her red hair cut short to her shoulders that flattered her freckled face, ?Thank you.? The woman then caught the owner?s attention about the small beds that were near to the cribs.
Storm smiled to the young woman, giving the color of her hair another glance, before moving towards other cribs that were not as close to the children beds. The conversation within the room was joined by another that was beginning just out of the open door.
?Let them shop beloved. Come and sit with me.? The sound of the man?s sitting into the rocking chair out front was nearly silent except for the quiet squeak that reached the Air?s ears.
?I just wanted to see what they are choosing.? The sound of the woman settling into the next chair brought a ghost smile to Storm?s lips.
?You will see it once they buy it.? Despite the chiding nature, traces of humor were easy to find in the man?s voice.
Storm glanced out the large window that was right behind the rocking chairs to catch a glimpse of the couple. Elderly in age, it did not seem to define their love for each other, as the man reached over to hold what clearly was his wife?s hand. Not wanting to impose on their private moment, Storm looked back to the cribs, marking two in mind to show Ewan at a later date.
?I think these will do us nicely. Thank you.? A silent beat before the young woman spoke again. ?From the both of us.?
?The pleasure is mine, Hannah. I will have the beds sent to your home within the evening.?
Hannah. Storm looked up again at the young couple speaking with the owner. The man stood tall and thin over the salesman, his hair dirty brown and his limbs long. He was given only a brief look before Storm looked over to the woman. The red hair reminded her of Avery?s little friend at school. He had said her name was Hannah.
Scratching her hair around her hairline, she ignored the odd feeling and returned back to looking at the cradles.