Whisper 1.2


I really want to go to university.

Take some time to develop skills and earn some money first. You’ll have a better time, and there’s really no rush.

I guess college is a goal I can work towards. Gives me a reason to save. Now I just need a way to earn some money.

I’ve always wanted to be a street artist. There’s money in that, right? I’ve been practicing a lot. I don’t want to get busted, so I just spray on the floors and the walls at home.

I’ve been seeing Chauncey, too. First, we just called each other. Then he started coming around. Now he’s here every day.


I ask him to move in. Not as my boyfriend–we’re not there yet. Just as a roommate and a friend. My best friend, actually. I can’t really believe he says yes. I’ve got nothing–not even enough money to fully furnish the place. So he’s sleeping on the floor in the spare room. The entrance to the bathroom is in that room. I try not to stare when I walk past.

He’s so dreamy.


He’s a great roommate, too. He’s been helping to keep the place clean. And he’s got a job as a weather man.

I still can’t believe my luck, meeting him on my first day here. It’s like it’s fate.

Don’t be so sure. Take some time to get to know him.


I get a call from the city to paint some ground murals. I don’t know how they found out about me. Perhaps Chauncey has some contacts at city hall, and he told them about my work.

While I’m finishing up the mural, a wild horse approaches me. It’s majestic.

“Want something to eat?” I ask. Then it gets spooked and runs off. I hope I see it again.


Chauncey wears the cutest bunny slippers. He’s got a furry chest, too. I don’t usually like a lot of body hair, but on Chauncey it looks good. What does it feel like? Soft? Or coarse.


We have some nice times. Chauncey surprises me by having a painting delivered, because he was thinking about me, and he thought I’d like it. We talk all the time. He reads a lot, and works on his laptop. We don’t even have a proper table, but he doesn’t mind. He just sits with it on the floor.

He pays his rent on time. He cleans. He enjoys my cooking. Life is great.

Sure, he’s got quirks. I notice that he gets really upset whenever he takes a shower–he gets panicky. I wonder if he had a bad experience with water as a kid. He also never takes off his clothes. Even when he showers, he’s got swim trunks or his boxers on.

It’s little things like that that give us each our individual charm.

Then, with no warning, storms come. Chauncey rages into the bathroom while I’m washing my hands and slaps me.

This is out of nowhere. What did I do?

It’s not you.

I keep running through my mind what I might have done. Is it because I didn’t clean the shower stall? Is it because we don’t have furniture? Did I forget something? Am I just an awful person?

It’s not you.


“What’s that for?” I ask.

“Like you don’t know.”

This is abuse. Now you know. It’s not too late.

I don’t know. I realize I did nothing wrong. And even if I had done something, this isn’t an acceptable way to handle it. He’s got issues.


I think about asking him to leave. I feel like I lost a friend. In fact, I did. I lost my best friend. Maybe we can be friends again. But there’s no way I’m going to get romantically involved with him now. Soon as I earn enough money and finish with college prep, I’m leaving for university. When that happens, I’ll be glad to leave Chauncey Grimm behind.

I guess you never know somebody until you know them.

Better to discover now, before you’re more entangled.

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Whisper 1.1


I love my phone. When I feel lost, overwhelmed, or generally mildly freaking out–like I’m doing quietly on the inside right now–I pull out my phone and get lost browsing the web. I move into a world where everything’s contained, and suddenly, my worries about landing here, in this tiny cabin at the edge of a cemetery at the edge of town, with little money, no marketable skills, and nobody I know, disappear. I’ve got the same Internet, the same websites, I did back home. Hey look! Trip updated her blog!

There’s a beautiful world all around you.

I think I have an Internet addiction.

Go explore.

Says here there’s an arboretum in town, with some of the sweetest smelling baby’s breath you can find. I love the smell of flowers.

Go on…

Maybe I’ll ride over there.


It really is a beautiful town. Smells like pine and mist!


I explore the arboretum where calendula, foxgloves, and forget-me-nots are blooming. And baby’s breath, too.

The park was empty when I arrived, but when I finish touring the arboretum, it’s packed.

“Hi, I’m Cathy.” I introduce myself to a skinny guy with a cute beard. In fact, the beard isn’t the only thing cute about him.

“Chauncey Grimm,” he says. “Enchanted to meet you, Cathy.”

He talks like he walked out of a book. I like him.


“I know this is terribly corny,” I say. “But, can I ask? What’s your sign?” I cringe at the cliche of it.


But he doesn’t seem to mind.

“I’m a Cancer,” he says. He’s smiling and looking right into my eyes. Oh, man. I’m a Cancer, too.


Gosh, he’s sweet.

“I knew you were a Cancer,” I say. Am I flirting? No. Ok, maybe. Yeah. A little bit.


“Don’t go anywhere,” he says. “Promise?”

I promise. While he’s gone, I resist the urge to pull out my phone. Instead, I listen to the wind chimes playing in the arboretum.

Soon he’s back with a bouquet of flowers.

“For you!”


I thank him for the flowers, feeling as sweet as a purple plum, and we start talking.

“Do you ever feel wild?” he asks. “Like more like a monster than human?”


“I felt like a total zombie this morning,” I answer. “A cup of coffee and a little time browsing the web brought me back to humanity, though.”

He chuckles. I like his laugh.


“What did you have for breakfast?” he asks. Somehow, I don’t mind small talk with him.

“I had my fav. PB and J. How about you?”


“I love burgers,” he says. “I’d eat them every day if I could, but I hardly ever have them. I seem to be living on salad and green tea.”


“Why don’t you eat what you like?”

“Oh, you know. Health food regime.”

I’m about to say that part of eating healthy can also be eating what you love when he tells me once again not to disappear.

He comes back with a bouquet of yellow flowers. It’s silly. But it’s also so sweet I can hardly stand it. And they smell so heavenly!


It’s nearly dark by now. He has to go. I have to go. We exchange phone numbers.

“I really want to see you again,” he says. I want to see him, too.

Riding back, I pedal to the rhythm of his name: Chauncey Grimm. Chauncey Grimm.

Easy does it.


The world around me looks beautiful and magical. My first day here, and I think I’m falling in love.


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