behind the pine frame of that window nobody knows. Miller has owned
the place for years. Just like his past Miller keeps the place closed
up. Only a few people know about it, I being one of them.
wasn’t always a sour old man. He was once the talk of the town,
everyone knew that he had potential. He had a young missus whom with
he was in love with. He spent his days with her caring for her, loving
her, doing all he could for her.
Nobody knows why she left, just did
one day. He came home one evening calling out for her with a little
red velvet jeweler’s case in his hand. “Caroline? I have
something for you, Caroline?” he went into the bedroom thinking
perhaps she was asleep. That’s when he found the note with those
two words written on it that would change his life forever. ”goodbye
Miller”. Broke Millers heart.
Miller then took to the old shack making
it his home and completely shutting himself out from the events of
the world. Now you can see him, sometimes, sitting in the window with
a glazed look in his eyes, waiting for his Caroline to come back.
Waiting. Miller seems to have a special connection from that window.
Some people say that it was Caroline that painted the pink on that
window. They say that he came home one evening and saw a happy paint-splattered
Caroline next to the window waiting for his reaction.
“Do you like it”?
“Did you do this”? replied
said Caroline beaming.
“Then I love it”! said Miller.
Others say that it was Caroline’s
favorite spot. I say that it is Millers way of seeing the world. His
own way of not totally letting go, but still hanging on to that little
thread that had kept him going for so many years. The thread called