37 Anna (2/2)
She glanced at him ”Yes”
Phillip expected more of an explanation, he knew what she spoke of in fact, all the insurgents he faught against in Angola had AK's that sound was unmistakable, and it haunted his dreams aswell, but unlike Anna, the things he saw and done back in the day wasn't something he spoke of easily, not even Suzette knew what he went through, the hell pf the bushwar was a burden soldiers seldomely like to share, sharing it alone brings the nightmares back.
”The more I made distance, the more rapid the gunfire became, it was like they got more desperate to kill me” She spoke to her bowl of soup ”Rrrr, in the distance” her voice almost went to a whisper ”rrrr” She glanced up at him then stayed quiet.
”Little wierd aren't you?” He said frowning.
”Say what you want, don't bring that weapon here again, you will not be welcome”
He subconsciously tasted the soup, and it was wonderful.
”This...” He said and she looked up. He went into a pretend ”Ugh! I! I cant breath!” He pretended to choke, falling back and gagging, but Anna made no move, showed no sign of remorse. He stopped his act.
”That was cold?”
”If you really did choke you would have dropped the bowl of soup” She said and continued eating.
”It's great”
She looked up at him again, he lifted the bowl ”This is probably the best i had, well done”
”I, never had guests before, I've been here all my life, never had guests, especially a man”
'She's a hippie' he thought ”Why?” He asked, thinking he might swell befriend her, if he was to get her to help him with his father, for better or worse.
”People really do think im a witch”
He grunted ”Let them think what they want, im not convinced that you're a witch”
”Convinced you say?”
”Yes, your soup is good, your house is warm, and, well, youre alittle wierd but i can relate... Alittle” shit! He hoped she wouldnt ask him about the related part.
”Relate?”
Him and his big mouth!
”I, well, don't tell anyone i told you this, the only people who really know, were the ones who served with me”
She looked at him, that blank expression told him to continue, he would have to ask Suzette to give him a good spicy session tonight if he was to forget again.
”I was in a war, we faught against an enemy who preferred using AK 47 as their weapons, Phillip watched her closely for any sign of a joke. Benson was right, she had this exotic beauty about her, the kind you find in an fhm magazine, but not quite in a playboy. Her dark purple eyes a colour he has never seen in a set of eyes, and her tan native scin gave them perfect contrast. Her silk black hair wasnt dark, but not grey aswell, it was thick and twisted around her neck like a scarf, he estimated it to be atleast the length of her back. Finding nothing but serious on her face he started laughing.
”Witch hey? How do i know you're not the witch?”
She looked up from her soup again, that blank expression finally got a smile, but that smile made his gut not, as pretty as she was, it was something out of a Stephen King novel.
”What makes you think that? Is it my caldron on the fire? My eye color? Or that i knew of your Kalashnikov?” She asked.
Phillip admitted to himself, all were traits of a witch, accept the eyes, hed give those beauties a slip.
”What about your house in the woods? The fact that you know so much about the wolves?”
Her smile disappeared and Phillip's guts untwined.
”Im not her” She stood upright ”Sit?” She asked.
He slowly took a seat and she handed him a bowl of soup.
”You didn't put a spell in this?” He smiled.
”I can smell it...” She took a bowl herself and filled it ”Its un mistakable... Kalashnikov, its horrid bark, still sounding in my nightmares, kah kah, kahkahkahkah, i hate it! Its the devil's weapon”
”I take it you had a bad run in with it?”
She glanced at him ”Yes”
Phillip expected more of an explanation, he knew what she spoke of in fact, all the insurgents he faught against in Angola had AK's that sound was unmistakable, and it haunted his dreams aswell, but unlike Anna, the things he saw and done back in the day, wasnt something he spoke of easily, not even Suzette knew what he went through, the hell pf the bushwar was a burden soldiers seldomly like to share, sharing it alone brings the nightmares back.
”The more I made distance, the more rapid the gunfire became, it was like they fot more desperate to kill me” She spoke to her bowl of soup ”Rrrr, in the distance” her voice almost went to a whisper ”rrrr” She glanced up at him then stayed quiet.
”Little wierd arent you?” He said frowning.
”Say what you want, dont bring that weapon here again, you will not be welcome”
He subconsciously tasted the soup, and it was wonderful.
”This...” He said and she looked up. He went into a pretend ”Ugh! I! I cant brearh!” He pretended to choke, falling back and gagging, but Anna made no move, showed no sign of remorse. He stopped his act.
”That was cold?”
”If you really did choke you would have dropped the bowl of soup” She said and continued eating.
”Its great”
She looked up at him again, he lifted the bowl ”This is probably the best i had, well done”
”I, never had guests before, ive been here all my life, never had guests, especially a man”
'She's a hippie' he thought ”Why?” He asked, thinking he might swell befriend her, if he was to get her to help him with his father, for betrer or worse.
”People really do think im a witch”
He grunted ”Let them think what they want, im not convinced that you're a witch”
”Convinced you say?”
”Yes, your soup is good, your house is warm, and, well, youre alittle wierd but i can relate... Alittle” shit! He hoped she wouldnt ask him about the related part.
”Relate?”
Him and his big mouth!
”I, well, dont tell anyone i told you this, the only people who really know, were the ones who served with me”
She looked at him, that blank expression told him to continue, he would have to ask Suzette to give him a good spicy session tonight if he was to forget again.
”I was in a war, we faught against an enemy who preferred using AK 47 as their weapons, that bark you talk of, i had it day in day out for weeks on end, many, many soldiers on the other side, all with that distinct sounding rifle firing on full auto, desperately trying to kill me and my men...” Her blank expression changed slightly to a sorrowful one.
”Emagine hundreds of barks, thousands! That noise like cicadas in your ears long after the battle stopped, it was so bad at one stage any noise that had similarity to an AK's noise made me dive to the floor... So i can relate to your experience, after the war aswell i remained alone for years, too afraid of myself, i wake up from nightmares grabbing my sidearm and firing at anything in the room”
He chucked ”I wanted to be alone, because i was afraid my nightmares might kill someone”
Her gaze went back to her bowl of soup.
”You lie, if that weapon gave you nightmares, why bring it with you?”
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”Its reliable”
She frowned at him.
”It doesn't jam, you don't have to oil it, as much as it was a symbol of fear to me, it was also a weapon i respected”
Her face had no change and he sighed.
”So, this witch? What makes her, well, does she exist?”
”She might, but i don't want to speak about her”
He rubbed his face, it seemed this conversion reached it's peak.
”Im, rather enjoying your company” She surprisingly said and peeked up at him through her fringe.
”If, you can accompany me tonight, i will help you with anything you need”
”Of course, I'll bring my girlfriend with, she's also good company”
”No, you alone”
Phillip knew Suzette won't like this, but it was for the sake of his father.
”Ok then”
End chapter.