The following short story is 100% fiction, but it’s a theme I’ve been thinking about a lot after having dinner with a girlfriend whose marriage has hit a rocky patch. There is no indiscretion and she’s seen the piece before I showed it to you …. As always when I publish fiction, I beg your indulgence. I don’t pretend to be a great writer, I simply love to tell a tale.
They talked a little longer and before Louise put the phone down she muttered “Thank you, I’ll think about it” .. and so she had. Non-stop ever since.
By the end of the week she found the telephone number for Tom’s hotel. “Everything all right ?”, his voice was surprised and concerned “you don’t normally call me like this”
“Oh yes Tom, everything’s fine, I was just thinking about you, wondered how you were and when… when are you coming home”
“Tom, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this week, and working in the garden too. You’ll see a big difference. It’s lovely to feel that spring is on its way. I have great plans for the garden, I was hoping you’d be pleased, that … that we could maybe work on it together. Remember? Like we used to”