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Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow.

- by Wolf Scherman



Synopsis



There is an abode, a venue... or for now, let's refer to it as a dwelling... not far from where you live and love. Actually, who knows, it may be exactly where you live... A dwelling then, if you want... where "was" and "is" and "will be" are the same place... No, "I" probably won't guess where you live... But then, we're not taking about me...

Prologue



It was Thursday the 3rd of June 1999... but, then later the same day was also Sunday the 3rd of September 2006. And a just a little after that, as luck would have it - that's if one 'dare' insinuate it would be luck, it will also be Wednesday the 6th of March 2019... It wouldn't have made sense for Gunter to question this anomaly, so he didn't exactly torment himself with it... initially... he just kept enjoying life and did what he enjoyed, it just made sense.

Chapter 1



To claim a little sanity, as far Gunter was concerned, he had the day off. The long boring routine, driving between home and his destination - to the desolate office parking too early on business mornings, the drab computer department and his solitary work station, was starting to take its toll... For as many mornings as far back as he could recall, it was the same uneventful trip to work. The 'For Sale' sign outside the office park, somehow didn't concern him... Having washed his hands, he dried them with a just laundered, still warm dish cloth, and turned around from the basin. The house had always been peaceful and quiet as Eve, who worked night-shift, would usually only arrived home at a few minutes after 7am. Not a second too soon... and he faced the new morning which came to greet and console him from outside the kitchen window. The brand new early morning sun rays warmed up his cheeks and reminded him of her first kiss. They were young, and Gunter was besotted about her, and her kiss at that very moment was (the) most welcome thing in his entire life.



"An unexpected piece of heaven" He called her first kiss... He caught himself in the past... and reminded himself that the banana bread dough wasn't going to mix itself... Then there was the thirty-five minute outstretched wait while the newly purchased, 180°C pre heated oven would fulfil its purpose magically...



"Better switch it on." Turning over to the oven, he noticed he had done so already.

"Strange? Don't recall that I did? But, there it is, heating up". Gunter frowned at his lapse of memory which happened with unceasing frequency of late.



"She'll be home soon and tired after her nursing night shift." He told himself. One of her rewards, was a treat she genuinely loved... to be presented with his ready and waiting, two thick and steamy slices of banana bread with just enough butter melting into the slices before she could finish them off. She'd washed these down afterwards, with never more than half a glass of warmed milk. He played watching her enjoying it over in his mind.



"That should make her sleep well". He was talking to himself, while he gently sifted two cups of wheat flour, together with one tea spoon each measured of salt and bicarb into the thick glass mixing bowl. Loving the bright morning sun heating his unshaven face, he looked down at the unopened baking powder tin, dug the tea spoon into it and screwed the lid back again. After he added a teaspoon of the ingredient he nearly missed, he scooped the fine dry and sifted contents into another bowl where the mix of eggs, butter, sugar and mashed bananas were waiting.



"Can't believe we're past the middle of the week..." He thought to himself and looked out the kitchen window. He shaded his eyes from the bright rising sun with a flowered hand, while thoroughly whisking the dough with his other. He was glad the lemon tree outside the kitchen window seemed to have taken, the garden was incomplete without a lemon tree... he thought as he poured out the aromatic runny mixture into the buttered baking tin. As usual, at thirty minutes already the warm comforting and sweet smell would start escaping the oven, and he'd remove a plate from the cupboard and take a clean glass from the dishwasher. He waited for the last few minutes of baking time to lapse and looked out the window again. His timing was perfect, but since the love of his life was running a few minutes late, he figured he'd just have enough time to shower after cleaning up the kitchen... Leaving the kitchen he felt strangely tired and thought he heard children laughing and the distant familiar tune of UB 40's Red Red Wine.



"Someone's got good taste..." Thinking as he walked down the passage, but the faintness of the music made it impossible to detect where it came from.

Chapter 2



A few minutes later he returned from the bedroom, and walked into the kitchen and switched on the light. He was surprised that it seemed that dawn was later than usual and walked over to the basin. An overwhelming feeling of déjà vu blanketed him that he couldn't escape. He dried his hands and put the dish cloth to one side. The sun was late, he thought as he looked out the window and wondered if Eve was as proud of the lemon tree as he was. It really was growing fast and shaded the kitchen well. He really loved Eve and recalled their first dance. He boasted a wide smile as he mashed three bananas on a plate and buttered the bread tin before switching on the oven and tuning the dial up to 180°.



"Eve would be home soon, stopping in the kitchen first, then detailing to Gunter the happenings in the casualty ward, while in between snacking on two slices of delicious warm banana bread." She would give him a kiss and take her half a glass of milk down the passage to the bedroom and sing. He loved her singing. Again he heard children laughing, a car door closing and hooting... lots of it. But he couldn't pinpoint exactly which direction it originated from. He looked out the kitchen window again and noticed the sun just peering over the hill before he thought of checking on the oven. After the thirty-five-minute baking, and the kitchen and passage being properly filled with this delicious essence, he removed the hot baking tin from the oven and placed it on a cooling grid on the kitchen counter, allowing the excess heat to gradually vanish.



Since Eve didn't return home from night shift yet, he thought he'd quickly make the bed and put fresh towels out for her morning shower, before her sleep; then back in the kitchen, hopefully just in time to surprise her. Gunter strode down the passage and imagined a man's voice in the lounge but so faint he couldn't be sure. After going to inspect, and satisfied he was imagining it, he returned to the bedroom.

the passage and imagined a man's voice in the lounge but so faint he couldn't be sure. After going to inspecting, and satisfied he was imagining it, he returned to the bedroom.

Chapter 3



What seemed like a mere few seconds, he was still standing in the middle of the bedroom. He couldn't recall why he walked down the passage, but knew there was something he needed to do - or to get. Not having any luck jogging his memory and smiling about how Eve mocks him about his memory, he walked down the passage towards the kitchen. He noticed when he looked out the kitchen window, that the trees had replaced most of the leaves that were lost in autumn, and he didn't need to shield his eyes from the beautiful bright sunrise. Those were his other loves, secondary to Eve of course; enjoying the sunrise from the kitchen window, and baking. Especially baking banana bread, and especially for her.

Startled, he realised what time it was and in seconds he was mashing bananas and sifting flour in between checking up on the oven temperature. Finally, his hasty whisking, was followed up by a quick pour of the mixture from the mixing bowl into the waiting buttered bread tin. The tin was popped into the oven, and he closed his eyes. He almost got used to the playful sounds of children since early this morning, ever faint, and wondered whether the neighbours had visitors.



As Gunter unloaded the hot bread tin onto the cooling rack, he thought he heard Eve outside but couldn't see her from where he was busy in the kitchen. Just then, Gunter saw them. Gunter couldn't make sense of the early; and not to be insincere..., but inconvenient hour that Eve decided to have a visitor over. She was walking with someone between the roses and both Eve and the visitor suddenly paused... Gunter stood closer to the window to hear better... but nothing...



A neighbour was looking over the wall and greeted the two ladies in the garden, and they smiled and waved in return.

Walking slowly along the garden path and admiring the massive lemon tree, they suddenly stopped in their tracks...



"Sorry to interrupt... and yes we love the area, and the schools are wonderful... sorry to interrupt Eve... but, do you smell that... it's..."



"Banana bread... yes" Eve replied and smiled. Before Eve could stop it, a lonely tear ran down her cheek.



"You all right...?" The woman enquired.

"I'm fine thank you, Audrey..." Eve replied and continued.



"So Audry, tell me about the problem you have with your oven since you and your children moved in... You say the electrician has no solution to the oven heating, as if by itself..?"



The End




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