Copyright C Hase
I knew it wasn’t Eric, the moment we sat down to breakfast.
Oh, it looked like him all right, same wide forehead, broad shoulders, stubby nose … but it wasn’t him… in his eyes, I mean.
This person was thoughtfully appraising me, and when he spoke, he chose his words deliberately, hesitantly, as though exploring them, for both impact and meaning.
Fascinated, I said nothing; pretended I hadn’t noticed … for fourteen amazing days and thirteen unfettered nights.
But now Eric is back.
And for the present my spirit remains anchored in mundanity.
All things are possible though… I see that now.
After crashing my computer whilst performing a simple Windows update, it appeared I’d lost all files and photos. As we cruised, my husband worked tirelessly to retrieve the missing files and although there’s still lots of housekeeping to do on the retrieved system, I am at least connectable again. Deep joy! I missed Friday Fictioneers last week, and I’m still on limited internet connection this week, but everything should be back to normal in a week or so when we’re back in the UK. Thanks again to Rochelle for all her efforts for this little group.