I cannot recall the colour of the eyes of the lady who sat next to me on the high hill overlooking the green and gold valleys and moorlands that sweep down to the Bristol Channel from my favorite old wooden seat on the West Somerset coast.
But I do remember she seemed unafraid, although the spot was lonely and remote.
"Where did you come from?" I asked, surprised.
To this and to other questions in our brief conversation, she gave no reply.
In my memories, sometimes she appears waif-like. At other times, I recollect she bore a maternal fullness that was warm and reassuring.
Was she tall or was she petite? I cannot recall. Nor cannot I bring to mind the subjects about which we talked although we spoke for many long minutes.
As she lifted her eyes from my face and rested them for a moment on the sweeping lines of the coastal path below, I dared to ask her name.
I think she smiled - or was it a flash of sunshine or the heather's smell that caught her breath.
"I am just a friend of Swifty," she replied.
Bye for now
Rob Hopcott - online author
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I cannot recall the colour of her eyes but I knew she was not afraid
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You are a Star!
Thank you :-D
From friends of swifty, Thank you Rob xx
Thank you Rob for your nice comment you made on your short story. I hope you keep checking the blog site and tell others as we hope to raise as much money as we can this year for Manorlands. Also to let everyone know how kind and supportive the staff are there. They helped all our family so much through Marks illness.
Thank you again. Joe Manley (Marks brother in law).
Hi Joe
I've added your feed to my news site at news.hopcott.net
This site then, in its turn, feeds all my other blog sites where the titles of each news item as it arrives are displayed.
I think this should help as I have rather a lot of blogs :-)
Good luck with all the great work you are doing!
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