…she might be living next door to her grandson.
Sharon, don’t be such a silly worry wart. You just walk up to the door and ask him if he’s related to Matthew Bisk. If he says no, just welcome him to the neighborhood and that’s the end of it. If he says yes…well, we’ll cross over that bridge when we get there.
Oh, but he does have that look in his eyes doesn’t he? And he definitely has the same smile I remember from 20 years ago. It has to be him. What are the odds of that though? All these years and he would just happen to move in next door to me.
The Lord does work in strange and sometimes wonderful ways though. This could be my only chance to reconnect with him and after Peter died, I’ve been so lonely. I just have to see.
But what if it is him? What do I say after all these years. Did his dad ever tell him about me? Does he know why we just stopped talking? Will he hate me for it? I don’t know if I can handle it if he does.
Oh, you’re being an old scaredy cat, Sharon. Chances are it’s not even him and if you don’t find out now you’ll just kick yourself in the backside for not taking this chance to do it. It’s just one little question.
Okay, here we go. I knock on the door. I can hear him coming. I can do this. I can do this. There he is. Oh, he looks just like Matthew. Now I just have to ask him.
“Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
“Oh? Thanks. It’s nice to meet you…”
“Sharon.”
He’s smiling. Is that a good thing? Be a good thing.
“Sharon? I’m Ryan.”
Ryan! It is him! It has to be him. Now to confirm it. Ask him about his dad.
“Oh. Uhm…”
Just ask already! Wait, he’s going to say something.
“Can I ask you something quick?”
“Of course you can.”
“This might sound strange, but are you related to Matthew Bisk?”
What? He’s asking me? He knows then?! Oh my, that’s amazing. Answer him already!
“I…oh, yes. Yes I am. Matthew was, I mean, is my son.”
He’s laughing now. Sounds just like the way Peter laughed.
“I noticed you when I moved in and you look like the pictures dad had. I was going to ask you but just didn’t know how to do it without sounding like a weirdo.”
“I know how you feel. I’ve been standing here giving myself a minor heart attack myself.”
“Would you like to come in? We can talk over coffee.”
“I would love that, Ryan. Thank you.”
Behind the Random: Every now and then, it’s nice to do something that doesn’t end with a monster or alien or something like that. Just an uplifting story of a grandmother reuniting with a lost grandchild. Not that the idea for a monstrous twist didn’t nibble at the edge of my creative mind, but I managed to push it back and do something normal.
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