Lifes too Short
was the day after her divorce that we met along the cobble steps
and took a walk toward the park. I daren't look at her, for fear
of someone catching us. We strolled passed the row of oak trees
lining the grass verge and an old lady walking her dog, until
finally we could see the bench off to the far right hidden by a
rosebush which flourishing in the morning sun. The same bench
we'd sat on the week before, and the week before
eyes looked ahead as we sat side by side. 'Give it a minute' she
sat there with the sun on our backs, waiting as the old woman and
her dog disappeared into the distance. At last we were alone. She
turned to look at me and for a second we made eye
it done?' I asked as my eyes traced the shape of her jaw line,
down her neck which was white against her dark hair casually
falling onto her shoulders. She was beautiful.
placed her hand on top of mine and her thumb softly rubbed the
skin there, comforting my nerves. I watched her mouth open - unable to answer when
the bush behind us began to rustle. Her thumb had also
stopped moving but her hand seemed to grip a little harder for
looked over her shoulder just the once to check. 'Yes, he signed
watched the breeze
blow her dark hair away from the white flesh that I hadn't been
able to look away from till now. My eyes artfully moved up from where they'd
fallen - the open button on her blouse. Her eyes seemed to cloud
over when she caught me.
do you feel?' I asked.
smiled and nodded, looking away again. 'I'm feeling, strange' she
sighed, her thumb once again reassuring me with a gentle stroke
back and forth. I looked down at our hands, only to find her
attention on me when looked up again.'I do want you, for so long I've wanted this, you
and me!' she assured me.
watched her eyes spill tears of relief down her cheeks, while her
hair now blew across her face and stuck to her cheek. That's when
I decided this wasn't the best place to sit, where the wind was
hitting us straight on. My knees touched hers slightly as I
turned and used my free hand to push the mislaid strands away
from her face behind her ear.
had me before, you have me now. If you need me to wait then I
will wait. Tomorrow, a month, a year, always' I smiled, trying to
control my desire to lean forward and hold her.
Her face changed and she returned
the smile, only then moving her hand to reach into her
'What is it?' I asked
didn't answer me, instead pulling out a pack of Frank's cigars.
She lifted them up and pouted, 'His signature wasn't enough!' she
said, wiping the tears off of her cheeks and opened the tin on
her lap. I laughed mischievously when she peeled her ex-husband's
cigar from its seal and placed it between her kissable red
a light?' she muffled with the digit now between her
reached into my jacket and lifted the lighter toward her. She
placed her own hand up blocking the breeze. Once lit, she took a
drag and let her hand fall on mine again and blew smoke into the
other direction. Eye's connected - she smiled - she puffed. Her
hand moved down my thigh to the bass of my skirt where she gently
held my leg. She coughed at the third drag, lowering her head as
the smoke came clumsily from her mouth.
'Jesus, you sucked that hard didn't you?' I
rubbed her back when the chance was given to
dropped the cigar on the floor and stamped it out with her shoe.
'Damn him, that man chokes me even now!' with the nub dead she
lifted her shoe away and moved in closer again, her hand moved up
just a little but not too much.
think he will know you stole them?'
'Yes!' she snorted. 'I hope he does. That and the
bottle of Gin I stole.'
frowned, 'his Gin?'
his wallet' she added.
eyes widened, 'You took his wallet?'
'No!' She laughed and her hand reached half way
up my thigh. I sighed, feeling my body lose any grace against her
touch. 'Well,' she began to explain 'I only took enough to book
us a room in a hotel, about half a mile from here' she finished
and removed her hand.
watched her stand and felt the cold breeze return against me.
'What, now?' I asked in a daze.
straightened her jacked, patted her skirt and nodded proudly.
'Not tomorrow, or the day after that, yes now!' she reached her
hand out to help me up and I accepted it.
We began walking back down the
path, not noticing or caring for the eager speed at which we
moved or for the people we passed.
granddaughter looked at me with a sad face. 'What happened? Where
is she now?'
brushed my skirt off and placed my china cup on my lap. 'Things
were different in those days my dear, society proved harder
to live with than we thought.'
you loved her?' she chirped.
when my husband walked in with a plate of biscuits for our
visitor. He placed them aside and put his hand on my shoulder
'catching up?' he grinned and moved away in search of his news
paper, an avid fan of the crossword at the back.
back at my granddaughter. The question was still brewing in
her.I sighed. 'Yes, I did. I
really did.' I nodded and lifted the plate of biscuits to her.
'Now, you want my advice about your situation sweetheart, I say
go on, take the chocolate one because life's too