Valley of Dreams
- a rural tale (continued) "I've just been showing Gerald a bit of the local
countryside. He was most impressed."
I harrumphed the way grumpy middle aged men often do when they
don't want to say what they're really thinking and retired to clean
some shelves.
In the next few weeks, Gerald returned several times to ask me
the odd additional question. But his main interest seemed to be with Tessa who
looked forward to his visits with great anticipation. He had found out that her
hobby was writing and this was the main point of their discussions as they went
off together.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to let those two go off on
their own, old boy", said Frank. "Your Tessa's a good-looking
lady and there's many a man who could be tempted to land in her
airfield." (Frank had been a pilot before he retired.)
"You can't pen a good looking lady up", was my
reply. "If she really wanted to go off with somebody else I'd have to
let her anyway - just as I'd want to give her anything else she wanted.
It's a burden that goes with loving somebody."
Frank surveyed me. My genetic pool had given me a small build, a
tendency to fullness of spread, dark hair (now thinning) and heavy eyebrows.
"You've got something to worry about there, my
friend", he said, sagely.
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The End
Rob Hopcott 1999, 2000, all rights reserved. All characters are fictitious in this story and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise.
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