Right (5) By Littlewing1957
Ennis woke at exactly 5:13a.m. to the smell of camp fires, sheep and the heady, masculine smell of Jack Twist. Perhaps it was all a dream, but how to explain the sensation of the scents? Ennis didn’t make a big deal about it, but decided to enjoy. He remembered Jack’s smell, and thought back to days when Jack surprised him with an impromptu visit, climbed into bed with him. Ennis was grateful for the olfactory memory.
It was early, but Ennis knew he had to get up and plan the rest of his life. It was cold in the motel room; it was cold outside. Ennis checked out of the room and made his way up the main street. Ennis loved the feel of the cold on his cheeks; the whistle of the wind; the sight of little children all dressed up in puff coats and mittens. Ennis loved all of it. Alma lived not ten minutes away by foot, and Ennis found himself pulled in her direction.
Alma still lived with her folks in a small one story shotgun. The place could use a coat of paint, Ennis observed as he made his way up the steps. He was just about to knock on the heavy door when he realized that he arrived empty handed. Ennis was a country boy, but his mother taught him manners. It would look bad if he visited his fiancé without even a few roses or some other delicate bloom to give her. Ennis made a calculation of the money he had in his pocket and made his way back to the main street.