Uncanny Love Tales – (051) On Sabbatical

 

Laying in his bed after an exhausting examination of his estranged wife’s body Kenny asked

“What are you doing here? you didn’t say you were returning to Downshire”

They had been separated for two years after Elaine was offered and accepted a promotion which meant her relocating to Boston, believing he would relocate with her, she was wrong.

“You didn’t ask” she replied

“No, I didn’t,” he acknowledged “but that’s because you said you weren’t coming back”

“Change of plans” she said “I’m on a three-month sabbatical”

“Three months” Kenny exclaimed “what’s the catch?”

“Why does there have to be a catch” she said defensively

“There always is” he pointed out,

“I’m relocating” Elaine retorted

“Where to?” he asked

“Abbottsford” she replied, and he thought he had misheard her

“Abbottsford?” he asked, “How long for?”

“That depends” Elaine replied

“On what?” he said

“You” she replied “Because if you don’t want me back in your life I’ll head back to Boston”

“Of course, I want you back” he said “I never wanted you to go”

“Then I’m staying for ever” she replied, and they made love again.

Uncanny Love Tales – (046) Parisienne

 

It wasn’t the first time Sebastian had taken a girl on the Eurostar, not by a long way, although he was always mindful to make sure each trip didn’t mirror the one, he took on the previous occasion, but obviously the ultimate goal was to make them feel special and then seduce them, and it never failed.

What he had never done before was to return to England with a different girl to the one he took out there.

 

Once they disembarked at Kings Cross, they made their way quickly along the platform to the main concourse where his brother Tristan was waiting.

“Hi Tris, meet my wife Florence” and then he smiled as his brother stood there open mouthed.

 

JUNE

 

On that beautiful day in June

The bells pealed out their tune

And at that joyful sound he knew

He would soon hear her say “I do”

 

Then before him a beautiful sight

As she appeared in bridal white

The hue of the pure white dove

Dressed to symbolise her love

 

When they stood before the altar

He spoke clear without a falter

With a heart so strong and true

He said aloud to the world “I do”

 

SWEET TOOTH

 

I have a picture of you

Which speaks to me,

Speaks in sugary tones

And syrupy words

Of things I liked to hear

When we were both young

But my tastes have changed

A sweet tooth no longer

My palate more mature

More sophisticated

A little less exciting maybe

But you can’t be sixteen forever

But I will always keep

That picture of you

Which speaks to me

In sugary tones

And syrupy words

Just to remind me of the time

When I had a sweet tooth

TIME IS A GREAT HEALER

 

Time is a great healer

That’s what they said

That’s what they told me

After you were dead

Banal words of wisdom

And benevolent attitudes

Empty words and gestures

And worthless platitudes

Only one thing

Can ever take the pain away

And you’re not coming back

No matter how hard I pray

I just wish with all my heart

We could have gone together

And I would not feel so lonely

And I’d be with you forever

SPEECH IMPEDIMENT

Each morning, we stood at the bus stop

Not together, but in proximity

Day after day, week after week

I would glance at her in admiration

But I would never speak to her

There would be an occasional nod

And sometimes a smile

I would have liked to ask her out

I had almost done so many times

But my nerve would always go

So often I formed the question in my head

But the words wouldn’t come out

I always steeled myself

For the big moment, but it never happened

Then one day

When she looked particularly alluring

I thought to myself

This time will be different

This time I have rehearsed,

Though only on the cat,

This time I will do it.

So armed with a well constructed sentence

I made my move

I took a deep breath

Turned to face her,

The sentence looping through my head

Over and over

I opened my mouth to speak

But the sentence did not appear

Instead jumbled words tumbled out

From my anxiously dry mouth,
But not in the order I intended

Some words inappropriately joined together

Giving an all together different meaning

That may have caused her to be offended

It had gone better with the cat.

I just stood there

Spouting my nervous stuttering gibberish

I thought she must think me such an idiot

And fully expected her to laugh in my face

But instead, she smiled at my nervousness

And reformed the words into a sentence,

The very sentence I had rehearsed,

Spoke it back to me

And then smiling broadly, answered yes

BREATH OF SPRING

She Entered

Like a breath of spring

And her presence

Altered everything

She walked in

With such a delicate air

Heads turned

To watch the maiden fair

She then returned

From whence she came

But didn’t leave us

Quite the same

We hoped to see again

That breath of spring

Whose presence

Altered everything