Tag: friendly enounter

To Challenge Or Not To Challenge

To Challenge Or Not To Challenge

“I’m sorry to say it but you’re a rogue, Safire,” I couldn’t resist blurting out to my friend. A friend I haven’t known for very long. She’s a writer. I met her at a writing group about six months ago.   “Oh, my dear Cressida! How can you bestow such a false character trait upon …

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Do you have a spare towel?

Do you have a spare towel?

After an hour’s surf in waves that begged to be ridden, clear and classy and close to two metres, she showers in the open along the promenade. As she finishes removing the salt and sand from her body, a surfer she doesn’t recognise heads towards the shower. He smiles at her. Smiling back at him, …

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Miserable old trout

Miserable old trout

Strolling along the river, enjoying the sun on her chest, the rest of her body covered, deliberately protected from the sun, she grins at an elderly woman riding a bicycle heading towards her. A woman she’s often spotted riding through the village.   As she’s about to greet her, the woman of seventy-plus blurts: “What …

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A gift for a gift

A gift for a gift

With a faint orange penetrating the dark, she jogs towards uShaka pier. A few steps ahead, she spots a man with as much camera equipment as she heading for the exact spot she plans to photograph from.   “Hey,” she calls out, watching him place his camera bag down on to the chunk of golden …

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Rolling memories

Rolling memories

He stopped just before the last step, turned back to face her; they had been hiking for three and a half hours, starting at Shoreham Village. She halted alongside him and turned to admire the suddenly elevated view of the village below surrounded by wheat or barley fields. “Which one is it?” she’d asked during …

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Fortune Favours The Brave…

Fortune Favours The Brave…

“Have you seduced him?” he asks the woman sitting opposite him.   “No!” she replies.   “Why not?”   “He’s not my type. Why, should I? Oh and he’s married.”   “How many times do I have to tell you that a piece of paper means nothing these days?”   “It means a lot to …

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WANTED: Office Flirt!

WANTED: Office Flirt!

All afternoon and evening I’d been “summer” cleaning my home, something I do this time every year, and came across a few love letters and old emails.   Isn’t it amazing how the memory can still picture something so clearly, as if it took place earlier today?   6th November, 2004   I sat at …

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