The Flute Player

Carl J Johnson By Carl J Johnson, 23rd May 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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Gena is a Young woman with a wonderful Little house on the countryside. As she visits the Town, she suddenly meets a young person that wants her help. Gena is a
bit frightened of this man's approach, especially as he apparently knows her name.

The Gathering At Karlaplan

"Hello, Doctor Niven!" A voice reached her ear as she walked across a place called Karlaplan. The voice was also familiar. It belonged to Robert Random, a extremely talkative person. She did not want to talk to him at that moment.
However, this guy wouldn't give up easily, and she decided to sit down for a minute on a bench along the side of Karlaplan. Robert placed himself beside her and started to talk.

"I have come to Stockholm again for some language courses at the University. They teach languages so much better than where I live in Aland."

There was no need for answers and Gena listened with only one ear. From a distance, she heard someone playing a unusually melodic song on a flute. Trying to find the sound, she saw a man in shabby clothing sitting on a bench. He seemed to be in the wrong place, but Gena could not see why. Robert was explaining something about the water system in his country house, when suddenly the flute-man appeared in front of Gena and said, "Please, help me, I don't know who I am. I can do every kind of work. Doctor Niven, please help me! "

The Flute Player

The person was somewhere between thirty-five and forty years old, unshaven, but with beautiful eyes. Gena found it remarkable that this strange man knew who she was. Perhaps he had heard Robert calling her name.

Robert seemed troubled when the man appeared.
"Don't worry Robert, it's okay."
Gena looked at the flute-man, feeling somewhat distrustful. What he just said puzzled her. At that moment, she decided to call him "Nobody". At the same time, she thought it might be better not to take any notice of the man. She decided to leave before this stranger could make another attempt to persuade her to do something for him.

"Excuse me, Robert, I really have to go."
She was in a hurry. She wanted to go to her country house. Robert looked a bit annoyed. "Oh, you have better things to do than chatting with me."
"No, but the summer vacations have begun, and I must attend to my summer house on Varmdo," she said calmly. "It was lovely seeing you again. Good luck with your studies."

Having had enough of Robert's annoying speech, she waved goodbye and left.

At The Summer Home

When she started the journey to her country house, she realized that it was far too late for a ride without encountering a traffic jam. This would be a long and tiresome journey. Somehow Gena couldn't stop thinking about the strange man with the beautiful blue eyes.

Arriving at her summer home, Gena sensed that something was wrong but couldn't say what it was. She began to prepare a meal. She took a deep breath and thought how sweet it would be to spend a couple of days alone in the country house.

Suddenly someone banged at the door. She hadn't been expecting visitors and felt a bit frustrated. She was looking forward to a nice evening with no company, just a glass of sherry, a excellent book and some soothing music. She went to see who was simple enough to disturb her peace.

The Meeting

She recognized a character she least of all expected to see again. On the doorstep was the flute playing dude.
"How on earth did you find me?" Gena asked, a little startled. "Have you been following me all the way from Stockholm?"
He shook his head. "I overheard your conversation with the gentleman on the bench at Karlaplan and then I found out where your country house was.
"What are you doing here?"
"Do you have some work for me? I don't need any salary, just a little food and a place to sleep. "
"Oh, my dear fellow, I don't truly know if that would be appropriate. I am a lonely woman and how would it look with a strange man running around the premises?" She said, a little amused.
Nobody said:"Please, Doctor, you must help me. I don't know who I am I don't know where I come from and least of all I don't know what I am doing in this country! "
She hesitated a couple of seconds, and then she said: "Oh, well, I will see what I can do, but I must ask you back later this afternoon. Then I will tell you if you can stay." She was closing the door before Nobody had a chance to respond.

The Hesitation

Gena waited a moment and almost let him in again. But then she decided to let him be. The first thing was to determine what to do with this man. She found him quite attractive, good looking in a primitive way. His hair was black as ebony and extremely short, almost like a stubble-field. Nobody's eyes were intense with a blue color as from the deep blue sea. But she knew nothing about him, where he came from or what intentions he had; and most of all, whether he was a potential criminal.

After three cups of strong coffee and several phone calls to her closest friends, Gena finally found the courage to accept Nobody. After all, she was a grown woman with a lot of experience of rude students. Besides, Nobody could be a person in need of help.

She looked everywhere but couldn't find him. Perhaps he had left? Then she heard a noise at the corner of the stable. She turned around with her heart in her throat and a cold shiver ran down her neck. Then she saw Nobody near the stable door.

"I thought you had left already as I didn't see you," Gena said in a real low voice. "Let us go into the house. We have to talk about this."
"The house was built in 1897, and it was in a poor condition when I bought it," she said. "It has been remarkably faithfully restored, and it took me five years of hard work to get this far. I have done a great deal of the restoration myself. Of course, I have hired craftsmen for the most difficult tasks. Take for example the friezes in the living room and the dining room. They have all been made by a stucco worker. A new roof has been laid by a tinsmith, and it has been done the same way as the original. The roof trusses have been changed because the old ones were pretty obnoxious."

The Acquaintance

The door barely moved as Gena tried to open it. Nobody pushed it open, and she stepped inside. Her heart was pounding when she listened to the footsteps behind her. What was she thinking, letting a complete stranger invade her beloved home? She saw how Nobody looked around. Was he thrilled at what he saw? Gena saw his face and smiled. She understood that this guy was clearly in need of help. But she didn't know how she would be able to give him the help he wanted.

During the time Nobody was waiting for Gena's answer he had prepared a long story.

"Please, Doctor, listen to what I have to say before you throw me out. I believe that you are angry, but I don't know where else to turn. My position is extremely complicated, and I think that you are a person capable of giving me the strength I need.
"I really don't know about that," Gena said doubtfully. All right, I will take what you have on your mind into consideration, but do it quick," she said, a little less aggressive. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
Nobody nodded again.

They sat down at a round table in the south west corner of the living room. On each side of the table was a window. From the window on the south side, you could see the lake about a hundred yards from the main building. On the same side of the building, there was a large lobby with two sitting groups. The groups contained two spacious cane chairs painted in white and a sofa in the same material. Her favorite was a rocking chair, also in birch. She used to sit there in the evening watching the sun set until she saw the sun dip into the sea.

"Let me see, then, what you want," Gena encouraged her guest.
Nobody looked at her like a little schoolboy getting a question about a subject he hadn't prepared. He swallowed and then tried to look directly into her eyes.
He said: "I have a story to tell. "


Flute, No Voice, Nobody, Player, Stranger

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author avatar Carl J Johnson
Born in Turku, Finland. Now living Sweden. A criminal defence lawyer for almost 40 years. Now retired. Fond of writing and reading. Spears. Swedish, Finnish, German and English.

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