Fanfic 2: The paperfolder (less logic holes, more awkward moments)

[Mew 2.0]

The Paperfolder

Chapter 1: The Old Man

He was a kind old man who lived in a nice old house on a quite old street. He preferred to do everything himself and nothing alone. He had 2 children, a boy and a girl, both lawyers, and was a widower. The man was visited by many people. Old friends, solicitors, even his children took time out of their busy lives to visit him once and awhile. But his favorite visitor was the one who came most often.

 

She was a young woman who lived in a bad house on a loud street. Once a week, as part of a program for college credit, she would visit the old man. They would talk. Mostly little things, the weather, a sport game, some odd occurrence in life. It never really had any meaning to the girl, but to the old man it was the one time of the week he could just talk, have someone listen, and engage in conversation.

 

“What’s new with you, Mr. Huntsman?” asked the woman one day. She had somewhat pale skin and brown hair.

 

“Nothing much. I talked to my son briefly on the phone. He was working on a case about a kidnapping. But you know I don’t like to talk about myself. What about you, Jeanette?”

 

“Well, I made a B on that math test.”

 

“Great job, I told you you could do it.” The man leaned closer and lowered his voice. “What about that boy?”

“If you must know, we talked and he laughed.”

 

“That’s great! Let me get something to celebrate.” He got up from his chair and reached for his cane.

 

“No, let me get it.” Jeanette jumped up and helped Mr. Huntsman back into his chair.

 

“Are you sure? You know I can really help myself. Its no bother.”

 

“I insist, it’s why I’m here.”

 

Jeanette scurried into the kitchen where she took a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator. She poured the lemonade into two cups. While doing so, she saw a picture on the counter. It was of a young man, in about his twenties, smiling next to a woman about the same age. In the woman’s arms there was a baby girl, holding a sheet of paper. Jeanette stopped for a second to think. She assumed the man was Mr. Huntsman, but she had no idea who the other two where.

 

“Mr. Huntsman, you know what?” she called from the kitchen, carrying the two glasses “I’ve been visiting you for 5 weeks and the most significant thing about you I know is that you’ve lived in this house for twenty years.”

 

“Well, let’s see. I have 2 children, both are successful lawyers. I served in the military during World War 2. Ugh.”

 

“Any hobbies? Do you cook, write, maybe even build?”

 

“Well, I used to make origami a lot.”

 

“What’s that?”

 

Mr. Huntsman hadn’t gotten out of his chair that fast in 10 years. He walked into a hallway Jeanette hadn’t noticed before.

 

“Where you going, Mr. H?” she asked.

 

“I’m going to show you something, something you may not have seen or will ever see again.”

And he opened the door into a room filed with what words cannot described.

[bury the year]

Hello. Kindly read the rules on fiction length here, and see what you're missing. (Roughly a page by my estimates.) LOCKED.