The Get Away Story Poem

I broke my ankle badly yesterday in a fall. I had no intention of going back to work at all. A friend offered her holiday house for me stay. I accepted immediately as I needed to get away. I arrived to a little cabin all cozy and neat. On the mat ‘Welcome, Please, wipe your feet.’ Inside it was furnished in old world style. Looked like no one had been there for a while. Limping, I dragged all my luggage inside, And went round opening all the curtains wide. Outside was silent and still, not hearing a peep. I could see it would be easy to get some sleep. I started a fire and then fixed a quick snack. My foot on a stool and I reclined right back. Through the window I peaked, a man was there. At first all I could do was stand and stare. He knocked hard so I opened the door He politely asked, “What are you here for?” “I live here, well no, my friend owns this place.” “Ahh, you know my sister? Is that the case? Did she tell you that her brother, part-owner, Chooses to stay here and be quite a loner?” I replied “There is only one bed, you cannot stay.” “You are harsh, I have come quite a long way.” “Well I guess I cant kick a part owner out. Sleep on the sofa and only quietly move about.” “You know you are lucky that I am here. It’s on the radio about an escaped convict to fear. Being a strong man I will protect you from harm. So you can stay relaxed and feel very calm.” “Well that is fine but I don’t yet know your name.” “Hasn’t my sister mentioned my name? That’s a shame. My name is Jackson, but I prefer Jack, How do you do?” “I am Geraldine, but Gerry if its all the same to you, Here are blankets and pillows, Anything you need? I am off to bed, I seem to be very tired indeed.” I went to bed, my friend called my cell phone. She said “How’s my friend who is accident-prone? Did you find everything, is there anything you lack?’ “Well, I found your brother” “I don’t have a brother” she answered back.