Mrs. Thompson Down
Gator Thunderstorm ~ 07/06/2024
In the quiet town of Brookhaven, Georgia, lived a young man named Joe. At twenty-five, Joe was full of dreams and ambitions, but life had taken an unexpected turn. After being laid off from his job at The Home Depot, he found himself in need of work. That’s when he saw the ad: “Caretaker needed for elderly woman. Room and board included.”
Desperate for a fresh start, Joe applied and soon found himself at the doorstep of an old, creaky house on the outskirts of town. The house belonged to Mrs. Eleanor Thompson, a woman in her late seventies with a sharp mind but a frail body. Her children lived far away, and she needed someone to help with daily tasks.
From the moment Joe stepped inside, he felt a strange connection to the place. The walls were adorned with old photographs, and the air was filled with the scent of lavender and old books. Mrs. Thompson, with her silver hair neatly tied in a bun and eyes that sparkled with wisdom, welcomed him warmly.
“Thank you for coming, Joe,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I hope you don’t mind the old house. It has its quirks, but it’s home.”
Joe smiled. “I think it’s charming.”
The first few weeks were a learning curve for both of them. Joe had to adjust to the routine of helping Mrs. Thompson with her medications, preparing meals, and assisting with household chores. Mrs. Thompson, on the other hand, had to get used to having a stranger in her home.
Despite the initial awkwardness, they found common ground in their love for kung fu movies. Mrs. Thompson had a vast collection of classic martial arts films, and Joe, a fan of action movies, was thrilled to explore it. They spent evenings watching their favorite films, discussing the intricate fight scenes and the philosophies behind them. Slowly, a bond began to form.
One rainy afternoon, as they sat by the fireplace, Mrs. Thompson shared stories from her past. She spoke of her late husband, their adventures, and the challenges they faced. Joe listened intently, captivated by her tales.
“You remind me of him, you know,” she said, her eyes distant. “He was kind and thoughtful, just like you.”
Joe felt a warmth in his chest and fire in his crotch. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. That means a lot.”
As the months passed, their relationship deepened. Joe found himself looking forward to their conversations and cherished the moments they spent together. He admired Mrs. Thompson’s resilience and wisdom, while she appreciated his youthful energy and kindness.
One evening, as they sat on the porch watching the sunset, Mrs. Thompson turned to Joe. “You’ve brought so much joy into my life, Joe. I don’t know how to thank you.”
Joe took her hand gently and placed it in between his legs. “You’ve done the same for me, Mrs. Thompson. I feel like I’ve found a second family here. He said as he slowly pushed her head down.
After he had taken the old woman, he left. Never to return again, he got what he wanted. On to the next wrinkly job opening.
