Samantha could look at Jonathan unobserved from her corner desk. Jonathan was busy on the laptop, preparing the shopping list which goes out on Fridays for the Saturday market. His fingers flying across the keyboard, like a pianist. They were long and beautiful. And soft, she remembered.
Annie, her four year old bumbled into the reception waving a paper which had colorful crayon scribblings. Samantha made her sit on top of the desk.
‘See my dlawing Mommy,’ Annie lisped. Samantha kissed her and cooed about her drawing.
‘Look Jon, my dlawing,’ Annie passed on the paper to Jonathan.
He had been watching them and thinking about how wonderful they looked together. He was tempted to be part of their life. This cottage inn ‘in the sticks’ had given him a lot more than his comfortable city job. But, it was time now to leave, before it becomes too difficult. Continue reading