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About the author - Antony J Waller
A Shimmering of Northern LightThe Dinner
The music was playing softly in the background and Errol Brown was singing “It started with a kiss, I never thought it would come to this”, as he held the telephone in his hand. He smiled to himself. He had not had the kiss, not yet, and he was not sure if it would come to ‘this’, whatever that may be. After all it was only the beginning. After just a few rings the phone was answered and he wanted to be the one to speak first. “Dinner tonight, six thirty for seven. Wear something classy Honey, its special.” “Sweetie”, she replied, “are you suggesting I am ever…” She stopped herself, which was unusual for Ellen. She was usually direct, at times even feisty. Perhaps she detected the emotion in his voice, a slight nervousness that had not been there before. He sounded different this time and had spoken straight away when she picked up the phone. She let him be assertive. Ellen wanted to make things easy for him. She thought it could be the beginning of something. To read the complete story please go to: |
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