Appreciation - Part Two
The second part of Appreciation. Chances are, this story will turn into a serial. I'm not sure how consistently the updates will be, though. We'll just have to wait and see.
The sun was hovering
in the west by now, and the sky was losing its colour. A few streetsigns indicated there was more civilisation coming up besides the perpetuating road he was oh, so familiar with. Gradually, he passed signs saying "Welcome to the Shire of Esperance" and "Esperance Wool Brokers" and sand becoming yellower than it was red. He yawned, and glanced at the dashboard of his Commodore. The analog clock was ten minutes fast, and approximately revealed the time as twenty to six. He only had around fifteen more kilometres to travel.
He was moderately surprised to find himself arriving at Mrs Somerset's house at this time of evening. The handle to the flyscreen door was relatively colder than the wind occupying the tattered verandah and rustling the conifer against its rusting tin roof. A chirping sound of either crickets or frogs accompanied the scratching produced by the tree. It was dark, and the clouds were covering everything in the sky bar the moon and a few small stars. He shivered as he patiently waited for Mrs Somerset to open the door after his identifiable knock. He knew she couldn't walk fast; her age was slowly getting the better of her spirit.
Ten minutes later of knocking, waiting, pacing around, shivering, calling her name and rubbing his hands together, nobody answered the door.