@connorj
There was still so much rubbish in the garage of the farmhouse that had belonged to his grandma. When he had first moved here five years ago he couldn’t be bothered to deal with it and then the farm had taken off and he was too busy most of the time to even attempt to sort through the things.
Now that the winter was lasting longer than usual and the fruit wasn’t growing as quickly, he didn’t have much of a choice to be sort it. If he could get the truck in the garage then maybe it wouldn’t break down as often. Connor couldn’t believe how much trash there was. It had been hours and he’d filled so many black bags that he was close to running out. He was about to throw out two tents when he came face to face with Noah, causing him to a complete stop. “Hey,” he greeted after a second, a smile falling on his features, “Long time no see, stranger.”
It had been a couple of days since their chat at the farm and Noah liked to think that he’d firmly cemented his position as one of Connor’s friends. Maybe the guy wasn’t the most open but after their night in the bar and their meet up last week, it seemed he’d finally managed to crack through his rough exterior. For the first night in days, Noah had no marking to do and had finished all his lesson planning for the day tomorrow. His kids were all out with their respective friends, as they usually did now, and Noah was left with nothing to do.
So he’d decided to head to the farm. The trek was just as bad as last time - seriously was this snow never going to go away - but he finally saw those now familiar gates. It was towards the sound of loud banging that he walked and he came across a small outbuilding just in time to be almost attacked by a pair of tents. A smile touched his lips at Connor’s greeting. “It’s only been a few days, we can’t be strangers again already.”
