Owen Conway had been in Abbottsford for a business meeting and after a fruitful meeting and an exceptionally nice meal, and it was about six o’clock when he decided to make a move, so he said his goodbyes and headed off to catch his train.
It was snowing heavily and when he reached the station he found that no trains were running, so he tried the taxi rank but there were no cabs to be found.
After checking the bus terminal, he decided to abandon any hope of transport and turned his attention to finding a bed for the night and rushed off in the direction of the nearest hotel.
The snow was falling faster than ever as he pressed on into the teeth of the blizzard with his head down and was concentrating hard to keep his feet when he was hit on his left side hard enough to put him on the ground.
He was winded by the fall and ended up on his back looking up at a small figure wrapped up against the weather.
“Are you ok?” the figure said, her voice muffled by her scarf “Are you hurt?”
“Just my pride” he said as he scrambled ungainly to his feet
“I’m so sorry” the muffled voice said
“That’s ok, no harm done” he said as he brushed the snow off himself and his small assailant assisted him in the cleanup and generally fussed around him.
When his assailant was content that he was presentable again they continued their previous paths and found that they were bound for the same destination, as the two of them were both had their hands on front door of the Unicorn Inn Express.
Once they were inside he looked closely at the small figure wrapped up against the weather with melting snow on their shoulders.
Only their eyes and nose were visible between the wool hat and matching scarf and given their stature and their dazzling eyes he was sure it was a woman and his suspicions were soon confirmed when she loosened the scarf and exposed her smiling face, and it was no ordinary smiling face, and no ordinary woman, it was Yvonne Carpenter, who was not only one of the participants of the fruitful meeting he had had earlier, she was also an old flame and seeing her again was one of the most fruitful moments of his life since they broke up, and judging by her smile it seemed as if it had been for her too.
“Hello” he said and returned her smile and then they went to the reception desk.
“Good evening” the receptionist said, “Do you have a reservation?”
“No, I’m afraid not” he said
“Then I’m afraid it’s a case of Hobsons Choice” the receptionist said “As there is only one room available”
This announcement left him in something of a quandary, should he claim the room because he got there first, or should he do the noble thing, the gallant thing, and let her take the room, because he was a gentleman.
“We’ll take it” she announced and that night while the snow fell heavily on Abbottsford Owen and Carrie felt the warmth of the glowing embers of their former love and rekindled the old flame that had never died.
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