How did we come to find each other, all these years on, washed up outside a bistro on the beach in Brighton?
We watched the sunlight glinting and sparkling off the cold, greeny-blue water as a small sailing boat drifted by on the horizon and people swam in the chilly waves, shrieking with the seagulls as we drank a glass of wine and wove our stories; how we came to be here, what had shaped us and brought us to this moment.
Then he headed off to Heathrow, to Hong Kong and, finally, Melbourne, back to his other life.
And I headed back to mine.
Was that then or now, Marianne?
ReplyDeleteStill, three dates in as many blogs - it can't be bad, can it?
Was this the friends reunited thing you blogged about? If not then I think you might get a saucy name for yourself girl! Must be the pink handbags!
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing what a pink handbag does for a girl! Yes, this is the long-standing lunch date to meet my Australian penpal last Friday. He seemed quite nice and we will probably keep in touch, but the past really is another country.
ReplyDeleteShort and sweet can be as satisfying as long and drawn out ...
ReplyDeleteOr not as the case may be. Still it was a nice day out M&M
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