Quiet
Words 1
by soho178
Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the TV program
"Big Valley" are the creations of Four Star/Republic Pictures and
have been used without permission. No
copyright infringement is intended by the author. The ideas expressed in this story are copyrighted to the author.
This kitchen, most days it was still his favorite room in
the house. So many of his good memories were made in kitchens. Whenever he
needed comfort, whenever his demons would rise up to trouble him again, this
was where he’d end up, wrapped in the comforting smells and sounds of the room.
Those days he’d steal down the steps and sit at the big oak table. With his
eyes shut he would travel back to the time when he was a boy and Mama could
make everything better. Remembering long ago mornings, sitting and watching as
she baked bread and sang in her gentle Southern voice, always calmed his
spirit.
Silas always seemed to know when he needed that time to
himself, always seemed to know with just a glance of those liquid brown eyes
when he should slip away and let a troubled soul find his peace on his own. And
then, just when the calm would settle around him once more, the wise old man
would reappear to share the day’s beginning.
“Mornin’, Mr. Heath.”
“Mornin’, Silas.”
“Gotcha’ coffee right here.”
“You take good care of me Silas.”
“My pleasure, Mr. Heath.”