This story is a confection based on a few facts. It was written for our Writers’ Circus
February 2018 meeting for which the topic was set as: “Love, in any of its many forms”.
Several years ago a nice chap from our golf club lost his wife to cancer.
He was lost, sad and lonely.
After a couple of years of moping around aimlessly, he ‘disappeared’.
Some reports said he had moved to Troon, others said Ayr. No one was sure.
Then, as if by a miracle, he appeared at our Hogmanay gathering two months ago.
He was with his new wife, a very pretty, chatty, slim lady.
It was clear to us all they were deeply in love.
They danced almost every dance, very proficiently.
Every time I glanced their way, they were smiling secretly to each other. True love.