TK Kellman
speaker
248 appearances
2 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2025
last heard 2d ago
TK Kellman’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Above it there is an antique mirror flecked with age. You cannot resist walking over to the dresser and running your hand along the edge of the marble top, feeling its slightly rounded ridges. Looking around, you approach a door that leads to your private bath. It swings open to a bathroom with the same enormous pine floorboards as the bedrooms. A heavy clawfoot tub stands near the window.
In it, you see a gleaming silver shower fixture. There is a coordinating compact white sink that looks similarly old-fashioned. Waiting like a patient butler, a wooden chair with chipped paint stands in the corner next to a graceful verne. You touch the plush white towels hanging on a nearby freestanding rack. They are soft and inviting.
Taking a bright white washcloth from the towel bar, you turn on the tap handle and run the cloth under cool water in the sink. Then, wringing it out slowly, you pat your face and neck with it, wiping away the dust of the summer afternoons. You feel clean and refreshed. Drying your face with one of the beautiful snowy towels, you return to the bedroom.
Unzipping your suitcase, you remove your clothes for tomorrow. You drape them neatly on the silky padded hangers in the small closet and stand back, admiring your weekend wardrobe. You need only a few things and that makes you feel satisfied and carefree. With a delicate touch, You place your comfortable pajamas in a neat square in front of your pillow.
You look forward to changing into them later. Slipping off your travel shoes, you put on a pair of well-worn house slippers from your bag. Then you open another pocket of your luggage... and pull out the crossword section of a newspaper and a pencil. Taking your puzzle, you return to the hallway, closing the door behind you.
As far as you can tell, you are still the only person here, which is simply me. Descending the stairs, you note how the runner on the staircase is velvety under the soles of your slippers. The front hall is still empty, but the host has left you a lovely cold drink on the table. She must have returned from the store empty. and you suspect she will introduce herself soon enough.
In the meantime, there is a note that tells you to call if you need anything. She is in the kitchen. Picking up your ice-filled glass, you walk out onto the deserted front porch. As the diminishing sunlight of the golden hour touches your face, you look down at the glass and enjoy its elegant, grandmotherly pattern.
The pink and red light from the sunset winks as if traveling through expensive crystal. Without moving further, you pause and relish the peaceful solitude for a moment. You can choose any spot you like here. All the seats are available just for you. Walking halfway down the porch, you settle into a comfortable rocking chair and exhale so deeply
that you feel like every last bit of stress has now left your body and floated away. You slowly move the chair backwards and forwards just a tiny degree and survey the scene. The sunset is now in its last brilliant moments. flooding the sky with pastels. A bird breaks into a sweet melody in the nearby tree, as if welcoming the twilight.
You set your glass down on a nearby table and spread your crossword across your lap, smoothing it several times in careful preparation. The pencil in your hand feels solid between your fingers. With leisurely anticipation, you begin solving the puzzle. You relax into your crossword as evening takes hold around you. Your focus on the puzzle is complete.
But you are also gently aware of the ambient sounds of twilight in the country. Almost imperceptibly, the crickets begin to sing. The leaves rustle gently. Blanketing the music of nature, you are aware of a deep stillness all around you. You hardly notice as it gets darker. However, just when dusk has fallen, the porch lights illuminate. Hannah has helpfully turned them on from inside.
Looking up from your puzzle, you turn to see a middle-aged woman with a big smile, politely stepping partway onto the porch with the screen door ajar. She welcomes you belatedly to the house. You nod in friendly reply and thank her for having you. With this formality out of the way, she says that you are the only guest and that she was making herself a simple cup of soup and a sandwich for dinner.
She offers to bring you a plate, since you don't appear to be venturing out for dinner yourself. You realize in that moment that you hadn't even thought about your next meal. As you are a little hungry, you gladly accept. She nods approvingly and vanishes back into the house. The screen door bumps quietly closed and you are once again surrounded by silence. Night has fallen rather quickly.
You peer around the roof of the porch and are delighted to see more stars than you have ever noticed before. you set the newspaper aside and rock lightly in your chair, sipping on the last of your drink, content to just soak up the peace and harmony. The song of the crickets swells in the background. Within moments,
Hannah has returned with a plate that holds a small bowl and a generously stuffed half of a sandwich. As if understanding your wish for tranquility, she doesn't bother you with small talk. She asks you to just put your dishes on the kitchen counter when you go up to bed. and says that she'll leave you for your evening. Then she waves cheerfully and vanishes once more.
You let the soup cool a little as you take a few bites of the sandwich. This simple dinner You find yourself smiling as you observe the garden from your seat. To your amazement, you begin to see tiny little lights appear in the grass around the house. At first, you think it is your imagination, but they continue to grow in number. The entire garden is soon winking with happy fireflies.
Their dance is mesmerizing. You watch them with wonder, feeling lucky that you are here to see them. You finish your meal and enjoy a long period of simply doing nothing. This is the whole point of your weekend. You want to soak up the house and the landscape and just be. You don't want to make any decisions or finish any tasks. You don't want to plan anything. You don't want to be productive.
And you won't. You will not do any of those things. It's wonderful. The evening is cool and you find you are ready to return to your room. Standing up from your seat, you stretch slowly. Slowly. You take your crossword under your arm and stack your empty glass and plate in one hand. Then you open the old screen door. It's easy to find the kitchen, which is just down the hall.
Leaving your plate on the counter, as requested... you make your way back toward your room. The upstairs hall is dimly lit by a glowing lamp. It is sitting on a small table near the landing. Opening your door, you see the hostess turn down your bed for you. A stained glass table lamp spills its warm glow throughout the room. The sheets are crisp and white under the quilt.
And there is a wrapped chocolate on your pillow. You set the chocolate aside and think you will certainly enjoy it tomorrow. Maybe you will even eat it before breakfast. You set your finished crossword puzzle down on the dresser and retrieve your toothbrush from your bag. Returning to the bathroom, you freshen up for bedtime, splashing in the little white sink.
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