I had watched her for weeks now, firstly out of interest and an appreciation of beauty but as the time went on it became almost obsessive. Ever since the day I moved into that house I had watched her every morning at exactly 08:00 until the bus took her from me at 08:10.
She was stunning of that there was no doubt. She was easily six foot tall and not an ounce of fat on her. She looked probably late twenties or early thirties at the most with long flowing blonde hair that I had never seen either tied back or out of place. She was always immaculately dressed and I figured she must work in a bank or something like that as she always wore a short skirt and jacket combination. She looked way over six feet anyhow due to the fact she always wore heels, I had never seen her in anything else. Mind you I only saw all for a few seconds as she crossed the road to take her seat at the bus stop that was also half of my garden fence at the front of the house.
Morning had become a ritual. Out of bed at 07:30 – quick wash and brush up, pull my clothes on and make a coffee before settling down at my window seat and watch the junction over the road from me. She would emerge from the junction, cross the road to the bus stop and take her seat and start to read her magazine. My eyes never left her and hers never left her magazine until she heard the bus coming around the corner at the bottom of the street at which point she would neatly fold her magazine stand up and hail the bus. She would climb aboard and would be gone for another day. Funny though I had watched the bus stop at the other side of the road for hours and had never actually seen her arrive home. Maybe she got a lift.
Months passed and then came the day my obsession started. Not that I had intended to become obsessed it just kind of happened, not that it was my fault either mind you – that was the fault of my neighbour Paul.
Paul called one Wednesday offering me two tins of fence varnish that he had spare from doing his fence. He was a right jobsworth was Paul. He hadn’t bought over that was for sure it was just his subtle way of making sure my fence matched his and thereby restoring the neighbourhood to normality as mine appeared to be the odd fence out.
Sunday arrived and being as how even a goddess needs a day off I decided to please my neighbour and varnish the fence. Brush and tin in hand off I went and set about my fence with some amount of indifference. As I got to the bus stop and started to varnish around it my obsession started. Well maybe started isn’t quite the right word more like exploded into my mind blocking all other thoughts.
I was kneeling on the ground varnishing the fence just about a meter away from the very seat the blonde goddess sat every morning. It was an old type of bus stop with single wooden shelves built into the back serving as makeshift seats. It had only half sides, a roof and a high back. Two things grabbed my attention at this point. Firstly the back of the shelter did not actually start until it was a good half meter from the ground and secondly the floor was, well wasn’t a floor really just dirt and just under where she sat every morning it was all loose and churned up. I realised at this point her heels must chew the ground up every morning a she read her magazine. I think for sure this was the point my brain decided to derail and career out of all control.
I decided then I was going to get real close to those heels and nothing else mattered.
I finished the fence in record time and then in a fit of madness cut about half a meter off the bottom of my fence that was flush with the rear of the bus stop. Not that easy either due to the hedge at the foot of my garden. I returned to my side of the fence and crawled into my hedge. The view was perfect, my head was virtually under the seat and I had a perfect ground level view of that chewed up patch of dirt. I pulled myself out of the hedge and went to the shed for the finishing touch. I retrieved a couple of cloth sacks and filled one loosely with old soil and weeds and left the other empty. The full sack was placed half under the fence and half sticking into the bus stop just under her seat. The empty sack just lay on the floor next to it. I went back indoors and enjoyed a hot bath and a big smile. Soon it would be Monday.
Only it wasn’t, soon that is, time just dragged and dragged until my alarm woke me at 07:30. I got up and had a quick wash and brush up and pulled on some clothes. The kettle switch clicked and I poured the water into my mug and the smell of coffee brought a smile. I settled into my chair by the window and waited, staring at the junction just over the road. She emerged at 07:59 wearing a black jacket, white blouse, black skirt and black heels. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing stockings or tights but I somehow knew it would not be the latter. She took her seat as usual and out came the magazine. Below this I could see nothing.
At 08:03 the routine changed. For the first time since I had watched her, her gaze left her magazine. Only for a second but it was noticeable. She turned her head slightly to the right and looked down under her seat and then back to her magazine. Normal service resumed up until 08:10 when the bus arrived and she folded her magazine, stood up and was gone. She had clearly noticed the sack under her seat, there could be no other reason for her looking. Tomorrow would be the test.
I arrived in late that night – work had been busy and I stayed behind to catch up on a few things. I arrived home about 19:00 and had a bath. Couldn’t help wondering if the routine would change now and she would pick a different seat. Hell I was getting more obsessed by the second.
By 07:55 I was focused on the junction over the road holding my coffee only this time my hand was shaking just a little bit. She emerged at 07:59 as usual this time in grey pin stripes and different black heels. She crossed the road to the bus stop and took her usual seat. I smiled to myself, truly she was a creature of habit. This time there was no change to routine, her eyes never left her magazine until the bus was heard and then as usual she folded her magazine, stood up and boarded the bus. I must have looked like a head case at this point wearing such a large grin.
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