don’t be careless

Does he realise what he has said?

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Copyright © 2020, Michael M Wayman

The breakfast in the hotel was good, even better, he was sitting next to me. He did not object when I told him that I was driving him home, to my home. I was wearing my blue dress. “And by the way, my name is Tom Thomson, call me Tom.”


“You have to be very careful of what I say...”

“Yes, I have to be very careful of you, I have to care for you, I have to look after you.”

Wow, I swallowed my breath, I sat back hard in my seat, I knew what those words meant. I pulled into a bus stop and stopped the engine. We sat there, we stared forwards, we said nothing. Does he realise what he has said?

After some time he put his hand on my shoulder and we drove on.


“This is Bigtown.” I drove through and showed him the sights. “I’ve been here for almost a year. It’s OK.” But we didn’t stop, I needed some fresh air. I drove out of town and up. “This is the ring of big hills, call them mountains if you will. And here we are, High Cliff. Look at the view!”

We sat on a bench and he kissed my neck, he wandered his lips up to my ear and chewed it gently. He had a lot to tell me. He meandered his lips across my cheek and made contact.

“Over there is a big stone table with a flat metal compass on it. There are bearing lines for all the surrounding hills, church spires and big chimneys; three to the east are labelled Winter Solstice, Equinox and Summer Solstice.”