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I was getting ready to go to bed. The time was 2:30 am. While I stood brushing my teeth, I saw out of the corner of my eye a shadowy figure pass the passageway outside the bathroom door. My heart took a leap. I froze. I looked around but saw nothing. Carefully I walked into the lounge with toothbrush in hand. There I saw him. It was Chester, the dark figure set against the lighter grey carpet. It seemed he too…..
15. A Short Tragic Romance
Foreword
The following story is fictitious. It is based on autobiographical material to allow a degree of realism. The story is in reverse chronological order. Start to read at part I. It has 15 episodes.
Bruce N Venter
9th, July 2017, Sunday
14. Who was the innocent and who the vulnerable
We had been chatting on the Chinese equivalent of Facebook’s Messenger, WeChat. I left a message. She didn’t answer. I sent her a text, also an email, no answer was forthcoming. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I worried. Finally, I became aware that Carol had in fact unfriended me!
I called Emma, her ‘sister,’.
“Don’t worry, Bruce, Carol is fine!”
Innocently, as if to cut me deeper, Emma sent…..
13. Return the books before I’m finished
Again she invited me out to a restaurant, as a thank-you for helping correct grammar in one of her assignments. I had never eaten sushi. I wanted to try some. I’d seen it on the Internet. The avocado worm on my plate looked appealing. Carol had been watching me enjoy my meal. I put the whole line of avocado into my mouth. Before I had the chance to close my mouth,…..
12. The seed was planted, the plans took root
Carol could irritate me at times for example when she did not answer questions I posed in messages to her. When I saw her, there would be other things on my mind and I’d forget to re-ask my questions. Was she purposely keeping me at bay? This thought did occur to me later!
Near the end of her stay in the UK, Carol came across some friends, Wendy, and…..
11. He had come to support
With the SatNav fully charged, I chose the shortest route back to Eastleigh. This route was 11 miles shorter than the one we used to go to the Monastery. As I turned onto the road there was a bold notice beside the road, “Drive with Care, High Risk of Accidents!”
I drove with utmost care, choosing to slow down rather than to drive at the designated speed suggested. Some corners were marked…..
10. Time to leave for home!
In that instant, I’d seen that it was not fully charged. I gently returned it to the floor, slinking off outside. An hour later I returned, this time I removed its plug from the power supply and took it out of the kitchen, far away from the house, down in the gardens, a safe distance from the buildings before I turned it on. Result. Still not fully charged! How long was it…..
9. I blushed, trying to hide my face
Silently he showed me a tiny room with a fridge and two power outlets. I plugged my SatNav in, covered it from harm and left to pass the time with Carol and Vũ. While I had been busy organising the SatNav, they had brought in their food, also offering it towards the meals which the Monastery provides free of charge to the lay public. As it was still officially wintertime…..
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