Country Cottage Inheritance

Miriam Baxter's wealthy childless uncle had left his only niece a lovely cottage in the country. Her work as a graphic designer allows her to work from her new country home.Miriam's parents Mike and Joan have finished helping Miriam move in and after a bite to eat, they head home.

Joan: Are you sure you'll be okay here alone?
Miriam: Yes, I'll be fine. We've been through this before mum.
Mike: Call us if you need anything. Come on Joan, I have some office work to do tonight.
Miriam watches as their car disappears into the country lane. She feels the emptiness of the house but she knows she will get used to it. She checks her social media and, after a while, decides to have an early night.

A few days later, the neighbour down the lane, Mr Davies comes past and introduces himself and asks how Miriam is settling in.
Miriam: I'm slowly getting things how I want. I work from home mainly with occasional visits to our head office.
Mr Davies: That's good to hear that things are working out well for you. Pauses. I don't wish to unsettle you and it may be nothing, but a few of us in the area have recently had things disturbed. The odd thing going missing. The Wallis' up the lane had a break in at their home. Only some food was taken, but still, unsettling. They've upgraded their security as a result. We watch out for each other, so let us know if you see anyone who looks suspicious or if you need help. Here are the numbers of the local residents so you can contact us.
Miriam: Thank you. And here's my number if you want to add it to everyone else's list. She hands a business card to Mr Davies.
Mr Davies: Will do. Oh and call me Ted and my wife is Melissa.
Miriam: Thanks Ted. She goes inside and puts the phone list in a handy place.

The next day, Miriam decides to walk around the property. She wants to check out an old stable and barn at the far end of the small estate, across a field. Her uncle had two horses, but they were sold shortly before her uncle passed.

Miriam walks into the first part of the building. There are two stalls, water troughs, hay racks and an assortment of other small items. The familiar smell lingers, even though the stable is no longer in use. Mirriam feels a touch of sadness, reflecting on her visits in her youth and her kind uncle. 

Attached to the stalls is a hay bail barn. Miriam walks around and opens the unlocked door. Half of the  area is empty and in the other half  hay bales are stacked. She recalls climbing up the bales on her summer visits to her uncle, so she decides to reenact those times.

As she gets up there, she sees makeshift bedding. She moves over on her knees for a closer look and an arm comes around her neck and pulls her back against a body. Miriam freezes, feeling the warm breath of her assailant.
Miriam: You're..you're choking me.
Stranger: Do as I say and I won't hurt you. She lets her go.
Mirriam turns to see a young woman who has clearly been living rough. Her pale tee shirt is stained, as are her pale blue jeans.
Miriam: We need to talk, Miriam says as she coughs to clear her throat. Who are you? And what are you doing on my property?

Stranger: It doesn't matter who I am.

Miriam: You're living in my barn, and upsetting the neighbours. I have a right to ask. 
Stranger: I'm just... staying here temporarily. I didn't realise the cottage would have a new resident so soon. I've been here for a few weeks now, and it's been very quiet.
Miriam: So why are you here?
Stranger: I... I have a reason. It's a bit complicated.
Miriam: Well, you can't just attack people on their own property! You almost gave me a heart attack.
Stranger: I didn't mean to, but you surprised me. You look too young to own all this land.
Miriam: Well, I am the new owner. Looks at the nervous stranger. I sense you mean me no harm. Why don't we both go up to the cottage, and I'll fix something for you.
Miriam: Would you? Why, that would be nice.

They enter the kitchen and Miriam makes a hot drink and prepares baked beans on toast. The stranger wastes no time in finishing it all off.
Miriam: So, stranger. How about a name?
Stranger: Virginia.
Miriam: Why are you roughing it in the countryside?
Virginia: I...I was doing some burglaries and the police were on to me. Looks down. I went on the run. Silly, I know, but I didn't want to go to prison.
Miriam: Depending on the charges, you may have got off with some sort of community work.
Virginia: Maybe, maybe not. I didn't want to risk it.

Miriam: Well, you can't stay in my barn, and I can't harbour a fugitive. You can either hand yourself in or continue on the run.
Virginia: Can't I stay here a while? I need to decide what to do.
Miriam: I will have to think about that. In the meantime, get whatever you have in the barn of a personal nature and bring it all up to the cottage. Then have a shower or bath. Hopefully you have a change of clothes. I'll wash all your clothes and put them in the dryer. Then, when you come out of the bathroom, you'll have some clothes. Then we can sleep on where we go from here.
Virginia: I only have the clothes I'm standing in and a little bedding.
Miriam: Well, give them to me. There is a robe hanging in the bathroom behind the door.

Virginia hands her clothes over and then has a long, hot bath while her clothes are washed and dried. 

They sit in the lounge and talk into the evening. Virginia opens up about her childhood. 

Virginia: I had a strict mum and a distant father. Home life was unhappy and I got into trouble. She looks down. My life is a mess. 

Miriam puts her hand on Virginia's: So different to my life. I never realised how lucky I was until I grew up and found that others didn't have the upbringing I had. 

It's soon very late and Miriam has work to do next day. They go upstairs to sleep, Miriam feeling sad for Virginia. 

Miriam:  Here's the spare room, unless you want to share mine?

Virginia: Could I? I'd appreciate that.

They cuddle up together and are soon fast asleep.

Miriam wakes up the next morning and decides to get breakfast ready. She looks next to her but Virginia isn't there. She hurries downstairs and there is a note on the kitchen bench.
Virginia's note: I realise the situation I have put you in legally. I'm not ready to give up yet, and can't have you getting into trouble on my account. Thanks for everything.

Miriam goes outside and then down to the hay barn. She climbs up on the top of the hay and Virginia's not there. She sadly walks back to the cottage and gets on with urgent secular work. It soon takes her mind off things. 

The good news is the neighbours are no longer losing things, so it was obvious who the culprit was. Miriam hears that a Virginia Hobson handed herself into police and was given community work. She smiles at the news.

Eighteen months later, Miriam hears a knock on the door. It's Virginia. They hug and sit together at the dining table.

Virginia: I've paid my dues and I feel so much better. I want to thank you for the kindness you showed me.

Miriam: It was nothing. So what are your plans?
Virginia: I grew up growing food on an allotment. As the only girl in the family, my mum worked me hard around the house, so I'm very domesticated. Are they services you require?
Miriam: Actually, I am so busy at work, my plans to become self sufficient with vegetables haven't got off the ground. I have also fallen behind with the housework, as you can see. Her hand wafts in the direction of the untidy surroundings. 
Virginia: Can I be a lodger here for a while? I won't be any trouble. I'll get your garden established and er..tidy the house. 
Miriam: Of course you can. Perhaps for a month, and after that, we can see if it's working out.

The month passes and the garden takes shape, the house is spick and span. They really hit it off as Miriam appreciates not living alone. They decide to extend the arrangement indefinitely. Miriam has chatted to her parents on the phone but not seen them since Virginia arrived. They invite themselves around for an evening.

Joan: It's nice to finally meet Virginia and put a face to the name. I must say, she's doing a great job keeping the place tidy. Never your forte, was it Miriam?
Miriam: I'm busy with work, but yes, I struggle with motivation when it comes to cleaning.

The evening continues and Joan decides to approach Miriam. I've noticed how close you are with Virginia. It's nice you're getting on so well. Is she staying on permanently?
Miriam: Yes, she is.
Joan with a knowing look: The spare room is looking very tidy. Just saying.

Miriam knows her mums views so chooses not to add anything. The evening continues and they all retire to the lounge. Miriam's parents get to know Virginia better and feel more at ease as she seems to have turned over a new leaf. It's then time to go and they all hug.

Mike and Joan head off in their car.

Joan: That Virginia is more than a lodger, Mike.
Mike: I noticed that too. It's their lives, and we all have a right to choose how we live. I don't agree with it either, but I still love her and respect her right to choose. For that reason, our not agreeing doesn't make us intolerant or judgemental. 
Joan: I guess you're right. You have such a balanced way of looking at things Mike.
Mike smiling: That's why you married me.

The Promised Land?

Andy Capewell is a reporter at the Yorkshire Tribune. He is called into the boss's office and offered a dangerous assignment.

Boss: In the mountainous region to the north of the Himalayas, there is rumoured to be a strange people that live in isolation from the rest of the world. One rumour is that it was populated by people from Yorkshire, led by a woman, Hilda Ackroyd. Crazy, I know. The few explorers who have been brave enough to have ventured inside the area have never returned. Even a reporter from this august publication, Roger Hunter, disappeared five years ago.

Andy: I recall Roger, but I was just starting here as a junior when he went on his ill-fated journey. I recall being jealous of him, then sad at his seeming demise. Pauses thoughtfully. Are you wanting me to go sir?

Boss: I would never ask normally, but circulation is down and we need a fantastic story to ignite public passion again for the Tribune. You are young, single and always wanting to go on the most difficult assignments.You can refuse but we are counting on you.

Andy: I'm not superstitious or fearful of the unknown so yes, I'll go. I hope to find Roger, too.
Boss: Excellent. I knew you'd say that, so I took the liberty of arranging a fight to the nearest country, Faristan. 

The boss fossicks through a drawer and produces a travel pouch. Here is your ticket. You go tomorrow. You'll have to make your own way from Faristan as there is no public transport entering the area. Good luck.

Andy leaves Yorkshire and heads to Faristan. He takes a night's accommodation at a hotel there. He buys some local type clothing to blend in, then goes out and finds a local guide.
Andy: Will you take me to the mountains to the south?
Guide: I wouldn't do that if you paid me a king's ransom. Men go and don't return.
Andy gets the same response from all others he speaks to. He gets someone to agree to take him half way, although he is reluctant to do so.

The following day, Andy sets off with his driver. As they get near the area, he is dropped off.
Driver: Good luck, with fear etched on his face.
Andy then starts his long walk into the hills. He camps as he goes, and it takes a week before he is in the mountains proper.

One day he has shaved at a stream and is about to have a simple breakfast. As he crouches by a small fire and heats a billy, he feels he is not alone. He looks up and two women are standing near, with spears. He also stands. 

Andy: Good morning. Care for some breakfast? He wonders if they understand.
Woman 1 (in a Yorkshire accent): Who's this then?
Woman 2: An explorer. His presence is a danger to our folk.
Andy: I come in peace. Will you take me to your leader?
Woman 1: We'll take you to the Queen, but if you try anything, you'll find a spear in your back.

Andy quickly packed up his few things and travels where he is directed. He suddenly enters a flat area surrounded by solid walls. There are cave entrances placed along the walls. People, mainly women, stop and stare.

He arrives at a particular cave and is ordered to stop. A sentry enters and returns, beckoning all to enter. Andy walks down a long passage with smooth stone sides and suddenly enters a large chamber. There on a throne sits a woman, obviously the leader. He goes on one knee and bows his head, as instructed.

Queen Xenia: I am Queen Xenia. Who are you and why have you come to our land?
Andy: I'm Andy Capewell, a reporter from the Yorkshire Tribune. I have been sent here to learn about your land and its people.
Queen Xenia's expression gives away nothing. A reporter? You have come from the very place my ancestors fled centuries ago. It is a bold journey for a man who seeks only a story. Tell me, Mr. Capewell, does the world outside still believe we are a myth, or have they simply forgotten where we are?
Andy: It is viewed as a myth by most.
Queen Xenia smiles, glad to know the cat isn't out of the bag. 

Queen Xenia: Then you are one of the few to bridge the gap between legend and reality. We have maintained our peace through silence and shadow. By stepping through our gates, you have disrupted that silence. I must decide whether you are a guest to be honored or a liability to be removed. She gestures with a hand toward the guards as a veiled reminder to Andy of their warrior status. What makes you think you are worth the risk of keeping you alive?
Andy: I have come to learn, nothing more.
Queen Xenia: You will have to earn our trust Mr Capewell. You mustn't try to leave unless by mutual consent. Do we have an agreement?
Andy: We do.
Queen Xenia: Good. We are rich in gold and precious stones. If people on the outside learn of this, then we will be attacked. The myths and the fear are our protection. 

Andy: Your safety is paramount. When I return home, I will say nothing if I feel it would jeopardise what you have here in any way.

Queen Xenia smiles: It will take a lot of trust on our part to let you go. Now we will eat. She claps her hands and men come out of corridors. Tables and chairs are set up and food is brought in. Andy sits where instructed and he, Queen Xenia and several other women join them.

Afterward Andy is led into a lounge. Queen Xenia, two women with spears and Andy.
Queen Xenia: I will give you the history of our people. A Yorkshire lady, Hilda Ackroyd was tired of her male dominated society. She decided to create a female led one and collecting some of like mind, travelled here with some goods and set this society up. We have a succession of queens, with no men ever to take the throne. Hilda, my great grandmother, felt it would be a more peaceful rule that way.
Andy: Has time proved this to be true?
Queen Xenia: There are still differences that cause friction, so not really. However, we retain the tradition anyway. She moves on. Our land hasn't a name as we don't have to differentiate it from other lands that we have no contact with anyway. Society is divided into groups, each one living in a cave system, with many rooms. Each cave system has a woman in charge.

One curious aspect is we give birth to more women than men. Is it the water we drink? We also have concern about the gene pool and intermarrying too much. Our marriage mates are chosen from other cave groups to mix the genes as much as possible. Still, there is always room for new blood.
Andy: A colleague of mine, Roger Hunter was lost trying to find this land.
Queen Xenia's expression softens slightly, a flicker of genuine curiosity crossing her face as she looks at him. 

Queen Xenia: Roger Hunter...he is well and is now living among us. He has two wives and many children.
Andy: A Poligamist?
Queen Xenia lets out a light, melodic laugh, shaking her head at the concept of his shock. 

Queen Xenia: In our society, a man's value is in his ability to provide children, but he has no authority over women. Polygamy is not a crime here, it is a necessity for the survival of our population. With more women than men...it makes sure all women have a partner and can produce children. Roger found that he quite liked the arrangement. Our family structure is a leader wife, a lesser wife and then the husband.

Andy: So who decides who is the 'leader' wife?
Queen Xenia: The local head of a cave complex evaluates the two women and decides. The marriage ceremony then takes place, which always involves all three. It's an arrangement from day one of the marriage.
Andy: I'd like to meet Roger if I may.
Queen Xenia claps her hands and a male servant comes in. She whispers to him and he departs hurriedly. He will be here shortly.

He soon arrives and the men embrace. They are seated and Andy asks what life is like for him here.
Roger: I'm very happy. I have meaningful work. With a team of men, I'm currently quarrying out another cave system to accommodate our growing population. We are putting the finishing touches to it, such as lighting alcoves, for example.

Andy: And two wives, Roger?
Roger: Yes. It is fine. I let them make the decisions and I take care of the children, six at present.
Andy: Wow. How do you keep up with all those children?
Roger: Each cave system acts as a collective, so while I work, there are always people assigned to keep an eye on everyone's children...So are you going to join us?
Queen Xenia interrupts: Thank you Roger. Back to work. We need that cave ready.
Andy turns to the queen: So what are you going to do with me? You are looking for men to make up the shortfall. You don't really want me going back home and the risk of me exposing your beautiful paradise.
Queen Xenia considers Andy, her voice dropping to a more intimate, thoughtful tone. It is true, we have a deficit of men who can adapt to our ways. The thought of you returning to that 'Tribune' and drawing a map for the world to see is... unsettling. 

She stands up, walking slowly around him. If you were to stay, you would not be a prisoner, but a citizen. You would be provided for, and in return, you would help us ensure our future. But tell me, could a man of the modern world ever truly be content with how we live? You can't try it and then decide later to head home.
Andy: I like what I see. It has a simplicity compared to modern society. The female leadership thing may be hard to accept. I'm all for a more equal distribution of decision making in a marriage.
Queen Xenia: Oh, don't worry Andy. While we talk of women being in charge, sometimes the men have plenty of authority but keep it private. The reverse of your society. The man is the head and woman is the neck? It happens here too, but in reverse.
Andy: So if I decide I want to stay, what is the process?
Queen Xenia: I've already been evaluating you. All those who are accepted to stay here do so with my blessing. If you decide to stay, we already have two young ladies ready for you. You don't get to choose and neither do they. Queen Xenia claps her hands and in walk two, very pretty young ladies. These are my daughters and they need to be married. Any daughters you have will be in line to the throne. So, what do you think Andy? You can sleep on it
Andy hesitates: I don't need to. I'm in. The two young ladies giggle with excitement as they will finally have a husband.

Andy is moved into the new cave system and a wedding service is held. All the people come and join the celebration. Andy is soon the father of a growing family and he does have a lot of say in the family, discreetly of course.

Meanwhile back in Yorkshire, the boss of a newspaper is now resigned to losing another reporter and vows never to send any more. The superstitious Faristan guides note Andy's non return and are even more fearful, if that is possible.

Andy is happy to have married into the royal family and now lives in a world without crime, money or possessions beyond the basics needed. He's happy and is going nowhere else.

A Fitness Holiday

Richard Lucas (Rick) is visiting his wealthy uncle, Archibald Lucas (Archie). Archie says he wants Rick to go to a health spa resort to enjoy life and get fit. All expenses paid.

Archie: I'd like to introduce you to Rose Underwood, a fitness trainer who will accompany you Rick, and help you get into shape.
Rick stands up: Pleased to meet you Rose. He is immediately smitten by Rose's smile. Rick then turns to his uncle. This is very generous, uncle.
Archie: Well, I'm not without a penny or two and I can't take it with me. I've have a private plane and my chauffeur will take you to it. I see you've both got the memo and have your travel bags with you. Enjoy yourself Rick.
Rick: I will uncle, and thanks again.

They drive to the private airstrip and the car departs. Suddenly, a man comes from behind with a gun and orders them into another plane that is parked nearby. They enter and sit.
Gunman: I believe you have a wealthy relative, Richard. He is fond of you and would do anything for you. We will take you somewhere safe and then proceed with the negotiations. I'm sorry lady, you have to come too. We don't want you raising the alarm. Both do as you're told and everything will be fine. Oh, and your father's faithful pilot? He's joined the dark side and will be financially rewarded accordingly. The gunman goes forward and sits by the pilot.

They sit in silence. Rick looks at Rose and she is stern faced. She surveys the plane and notices that it's actually used for skydiving. It has a roll up canvas door. She also notices a couple of parachutes and a tandem harness.

Rose in a soft tone: I have experience in skydiving. I see some parachutes on the floor. If we can overpower the gunman, that's our escape.
Rick in a soft tone back: Why not just overpower him. Why the need to jump?
Rose whispers: Think, Rick. There will be people at the other end waiting for us. If the gunman comes past, we jump him and disarm him. You point the gun at the pilot and I will get us ready for the jump. The only problem is I hate using a parachute I didn't pack.
Rick quietly: Thanks for that last bit of information, not. I'd rather take my chances with my uncle paying the ransom.
Rose: Not all abductions end well, even if the ransom is paid. Be ready and when I give the thumbs up, we go into action.
The wait is nerve racking. Then the gunman walks back toward the rear of the plane. Rose gives the signal and is out of her seat in a flash. Rick is a quick mover when he has to be and they pile on the gunman and get his gun. The surprise attack floors him.
Rose: Hold the gun while I tie him up. Rose finds some rope on the messy floor. Now point it at the pilot while I get us ready.
Rick's heart is pounding. The pilot looks shocked but stays put, flying the plane. The exit door is rolled back and they are descending at a rate of knots. At first Rick is in shock, then he starts to relax and even starts smiling as they fall.

They reach an open field and land safely. They then remove their parachute gear.
Rick: There must be a farm nearby. 

They get onto a road and start walking. After a while, they reach a river. 
Rose: There could be a boat along the river bank. Let's look. They spend some time walking along when by chance, sitting on the bank is a raft. They look closer to find two oars and two life jackets lying inside. Wow! Let's borrow it and head downstream. There will be a habitation along the river somewhere. 

Rick: The boat owners are probably near. 
Rose: The boat is dry, so it hasn't been used today. They could be anywhere. In view of the circumstances, it's necessary, don't you think? We need to let your uncle know we're safe.

Rick reluctantly nods and they push it off from the bank. The jump in and the ride is smooth. Rick's stress starts to melt off him. Then a chortling noise and they look at each other. They round a bend and straight into white water rapids. With no time to talk, they desperately try to avoid being swamped as they spin and bounce down the choppy water.

After a few minutes of terror, the river returns to more settled conditions.
Rick: Well done, Rose. You're supposed to be looking after me, not have me killed.
Rose: How was I to know? She looks defensive. Well, we had life jackets.
Rick sarcastically: Oh, I forgot about that. So, are there any other ways on how to die you can conjure up?
Rose ignores his jibe and focuses on paddling.

They reach a dam and get out of the boat. They look down the valley that the water follows once released from its holding pen.
Rick: We are in the middle of nowhere. The dam seems unmanned. What now?
Rose: This place looks familiar. There is an alpine coaster ride nearby that I enjoyed about a year ago. It will take us to a town down the valley. Let's see if we can find the operator.

They are soon at the top of a rail track that winds down through trees. The operator seems to be away somewhere. As it's not the tourist season, it is not open and the locked depot is full of toboggans. One. however is sitting outside, perhaps no room inside for it. Rose examines the cart.
Rose: This looks fine. Let's take this one. All it has is a break, so not hard to operate. 

They get in and push off. The ride is fast and exhilarating, Rick grinning from ear to ear. They reach the bottom and see a town.

Rick: Nice to have an excursion that didn't involve facing death. Still an adrenaline rush all the same. 

They walk into town and there are plenty of shops and cafes. They enter a small, quaint hotel called The Adventurer's Rest. They take a room for the night and from there ring uncle Archie. He had no idea there were any problems. They get a room and spend the evening talking about their lives.
Rick: I've spent ten years in the same job, doing the same things, every single day. I think I've forgotten how to actually live.
Rose: Maybe this disaster of a trip was exactly what you needed to wake up.
They sleep in a bed each and the next day, Archie's driver arrives.

When they get back to Archie's mansion, he is so happy to see them.
Archie: I must say, Rick, I didn't expect you to turn a health retreat into an adventure movie.
Rick: Not my idea, Uncle. Rose was the one who wanted to jump out of a plane, shoot the rapids and ride a toboggan.
Rose: Hey, we survived, didn't we?

Rick: Just. He gives Rose a wink.
Archie: I have a confession, Rick. What happened was no accident. It was staged. The timing had to be spot on, down to when the gunman walked past you. Rose knew where to land and maneuvered you there. The boat was arranged as was the toboggan ride. I want you to enjoy life, Rick. You spend too much time living a routine life. Did you enjoy it?
Rick: I'm speechless. Pauses. Yes, I did. It was amazing, as was Rose.
Archie: I still want you to make that holiday resort. The luggage you left on the plane is now in your suite waiting for both of you. My jet is ready and waiting.

Rick and Rose smile at each other and sit together on the edge of the desk: We need a holiday, Rose.
Rose: I'm a fitness trainer. What you just did was nothing compared to what I have planned for you. Scuba diving, ziplining, flyboarding, paragliding....
Rick: Can I have a rain check, uncle?
Rose takes his hand: This way, Rick. You'll love it, all of it. I promise.
She leads Rick out with Rick looking back at his uncle pleadingly.
Uncle Archie smiles: Off you go, you too. 

Once they have left, he reflects out loud: They would make a fine couple. Rick needs a Rose in his life.

A Remote Island Retreat...Maybe

Donald Platt was accused of embezzling money from the company he worked for as the head accountant. He denied wrongdoing and fled to a remote island in a boat, where he discovered a disused hut. He had brought plenty of supplies so he could stay a while and think about how to clear his name. If not, where to next?

One day Don is out collecting driftwood along a stony beach. He hears a boat engine and hides behind nearby rocks and watches. The boat pulls up to the beach and a woman gets off. The woman walks along the beach and then turns in horror as the boat reverses and departs. She runs back toward the boat, but in vain.

Don wonders what to make of it. On a cold, remote island, survival is all but impossible for very long. The woman looks around in desperation, then sits on the beach. Don doesn't want to let his whereabouts be known to a stranger, so stays hidden.

After about half an hour, the woman stands up and starts walking inland. She ascends a rocky knoll and looks out to sea. Then she sits and starts to cry. Don decides he has to do something as the boat is not returning.

Don approaches: Are you alright?
The woman jumps and stares at Don in fear, tears streaming down her face.
Don: I come in peace. Can I help you?
Woman: Who are you?
Don: My name is Don. And you are on a very lonely island.
Woman: I'm Gail Rossiter. What are you doing here?
Don: I've been here for a while. Why are you here?
Gail: I was on a boat with my step-brother and step-sister..and they left me. They just...left me!
Don: Come with me. I have a place where you can stay. You look cold.

Don takes Gail back to his simple hut and puts the kettle on: Tea?
Gail: Thank you, Don. I can't believe they just left me.
Don: Is there a reason that you can think of?
Gail: My mother married a wealthy man with two children, Harold and Monica. My new siblings always treated me like an outsider. We all stand to inherit a third of the money each, a source of anger for Harry and Mon. They think I don't deserve it. They planned this secret getaway trip and...left me here.
Don: They want you to disappear? You wouldn't survive very long here, out in the elements. The weather is harsh and changeable.
Gail: I know. They think they've won. I'll get back to the mainland, and I'll make them regret this. Where is your boat?
Don points out to sea: I went out fishing one day and got swamped by a freak wave. I was lucky to get back to shore. So, the short answer is I don't have one anymore.

Gail looks at Don, her expression shifting from desperation to a focused, steely determination, her jaw tightening as she processes the fact that she is stranded with a stranger. 

Gail: Well, then I have a problem. I need a way to get off this island. Gail paces the small interior of the hut, her eyes scanning his supplies and the layout of the room. Tell me, Don, you seem resourceful for someone living in a hut. What else do you have besides a kettle and a lot of driftwood?
Don: I have a supply of food that I brought, mainly tinned. Anything with a reasonable shelf life. The dark chocolate is my treat. Just two squares a day. It's nice to have something to look forward to.

Gail pauses her pacing, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and a flicker of respect for his discipline.  I can appreciate that. But we can't eat chocolate and wait for a miracle. She steps closer, her voice lowering, the grief from earlier replaced by a cold, driving ambition. If we are going to get off this island, we need to find a way to signal a passing ship or build something. I don't care what it takes. I am going home to claim what is mine and get justice. They left me here to die. 
Don: You're here by foul play. I'm here by choice, although I can't stay here indefinitely. Anyway, I'll boil some noodles and fry some fresh fish I caught off the rocks this morning. You do like fish?

Gail takes a seat, watching him move with a practiced efficiency around the small space. 

Gail: Yes, I do thank you. I'll eat anything that keeps me strong. She watches him, wondering what he's doing here. You don't seem like the typical hermit, Don. Who were you before you came to this place?
Don pauses but then decides to open up: A man who was an honest head accountant of a large firm, responsible for large sums of money. A man who was accused of taking some of it. Let's just say we're both running from people who think they've won. You want to be found, but unless I can clear my name, I don't want to be found.

Gail leans back, a small, genuine smile touching her lips as she realizes they are both outcasts in their own way. 

Gail: It seems we're in the same boat, even if we don't have a boat. She looks at the fish and then back at him, her eyes shining with a new sense of partnership. We'll get out, Don. And we'll put the wrongs right.

They eat, the warmth of the stove permeating the cabin. To keep warm, wood hunting is a major preoccupation and Don has to go further and further to find it. At least it is fairly abundant along the stony breaches as well as in the small wood the cabin is nestled in.
Don: Ah, now sleeping arrangements. One bed is all there is and enough bedding just for that. But I do have a comfortable couch.
Gail: The couch is fine.
Don: I don't even have a spare blanket. 
Gail: I've got my coat, Don. It's a quality, extreme weather type, so I'll be fine. Now, tell me more about this embezzlement. Did you do it?
Don pauses: No. I didn't. But someone was doing it, and when the company got suspicious, they investigated. The senior position I held made me the only one with access to the funds, which understandably put me under the spotlight. The one or those behind this were clever, as I couldn't see any paper trail. 

Gail: So you were presumed guilty?

Don nodded: I was charged and due for a court appearance. I don't know if circumstantial evidence would have been enough to convict me but my defence lawyer wasn't optimistic. I didn't hang around to test the judicial system out, so I devised a plan to disappear, and here I am.

Gail: I'm sorry to hear that....I'm tired though, all this fresh air. Do you mind if I retire for the night?
Don: Not at all. Once it's dark, I hit the sack.

They both sleep soundly. Don gets up early and tip toes past Gail, who is totally obscured by her coat. He starts the stove fire and Gail pulls her head from under her coat. She yawns and smiles at Don.
Gail: If you hadn't been here, I would now be cold and hungry, shivering under a tree.
Don: Your step-sibling's plan was well thought out, except for one thing they didn't plan for and couldn't have foreseen. Me.
Gail: I am so lucky. Pauses thoughtfully. So I am determined to get off this outpost. Are you also wanting to do the same?
Don: Like I said earlier, I can't stay here indefinitely, and I don't want to. The problem is, losing my boat was a blow, and few, if any boats come around here. The next time one does, you could catch their attention and get a lift back to civilisation. I could join you or stay behind.
Gail stands up, stretching her limbs, her eyes narrowing with that same driven intensity. You're coming with me. We're a team now and we're going to make sure those who set us up pay the price.

They spend the next few days working together. Gail is surprisingly efficient at the heavy lifting and foraging. They spend their spare time on the rocky knoll, watching the horizon and hoping for a glimmer of a ship.

Just as food supplies are running low, a private boat swings into a nearby bay. It pulls up to the beach, a man alights and walks around out of curiosity. From a vantage point, Don sees him arrive and lets Gail know.

Don: I have to decide what to do. You're right, we are now a team. So, shall we head home and fight our respective corners?
Gail reaches out and grasps his arm, her expression warm and determined: Let's go. We have a lot of work to do.

They grab some things and walk out to the man, who just about jumps out of his skin on seeing them.
Don: Hello. Can you please take us back to the mainland with you?
Man: Of course I can. Hop on board.
On the way back, the man asks what they were doing on such an isolated island. They say it's complicated, but it wasn't by choice.

Gail's return is greeted with dismay by step-siblings Harry and Mon, who are promptly arrested after Gail goes to the police. Don is surprised to find out that the fraud squad continued gathering evidence against him, only to find out it was a senior manager who was on the take. The offender was now in custody, with Don cleared, and had been for some time!

Don and Gail meet up for a celebratory dinner.
Don lets out a long, relieved sigh, leaning back in the chair of the restaurant, the scent of fine food and red wine filling the air. I still can't believe the phone call I got yesterday. To be told that the man who framed me is now staring at a prison sentence... it feels like a dream. I spent months thinking my life was over, only to find out the truth was just waiting for a detective with enough patience to look at the digital trails.

Gail reaches across the table and squeezes his hand. Her eyes reflecting a mixture of triumph that only a woman can display when she is proved right, along with genuine affection. I told you it would work out, Don. I have now exposed Harry and Monica's scheme. She smiles, a satisfied glint in her eye. Our parents have changed the will and I will have it all when they go, not that I wish that to happen.

Don chuckles: You're a fighter. But honestly, Gail, the money is secondary for you, unlike your greedy siblings. Don then stares into the recent past, his eyes tinged with a look of nostalgia. I must admit, I do miss the silence of the island sometimes. Just us, the wind, and the struggle to keep the fire going. It was harsh, but I look back on it with fondness too.
Gail laughs and she leans closer. The silence and wild beauty were lovely, but the luxury of a hot shower and a bed is hard to beat. She pauses, her expression softening as she looks at him. You saved me, Don. Not just from the elements, but from the feeling that I was completely alone in the world. I haven't forgotten that.

Don looks at her, truly seeing the woman she really is, not the terrified woman on the beach, but a confident and bubbly person. 

Don: We saved each other. I don't think I would have had the courage to face the mainland if I hadn't seen the way you looked at that horizon. You gave me a reason to return and fight my battle.
Gail takes a sip of her wine, her mind already pivoting toward the next goal. I've been thinking. That island was a bit too rudimentary.
Don raises an eyebrow, recognizing that specific look in her eye: Here we go. What have you got planned?
Gail: Not go back, no. But one day buy a part of it. I want to build something there, Don. A sanctuary for people who need to disappear for a while before they find themselves again. A resort, perhaps, but exclusive. Private. She watches him, her voice becoming warm. And you could help me run it and do the accounts. She winks, as if hinting at something more.
Don picks up on her hint and feels confident to run with it.

 Don: A sanctuary, eh? I suppose it could work. However, I'd only consider such a close working relationship with someone if it was....more than just two business partners. What say we spend some time getting to know each other.

Gail reaches over and clinks her glass against his: Deal. I would never have thought of that, said with a teasing innocent smile.

The Baie des Palmes Resort

It's not been a good season for the tourist industry in Solaria. The Contre terrorists have been involved in guerrilla warfare, aimed especially at foreign companies and government agencies. The Baie des Palmes resort manager, Roger Timms, has his maintenance man away, so he is cleaning the pool one evening. It's not ideal, but he is trying to save money.

Roger turns to walk back to the maintenance room when he is confronted by two men wearing army fatigues and pointing automatic weapons at him. He freezes.
Gunman: Don't make a sound. Just keep your hands where we can see them and do exactly what we say.
Roger carefully moves his eyes to the side and sees some other gunmen moving through the main building. He realises this is a major assault by the Contre.

Roger waits for some minutes before a gun barrel is waved at him to move, and he walks into the reception area. It is there that he meets the leader of the group, Javier.
Javier: Welcome to the new era of Solaria.
Roger looks around the lobby and sees some guests and staff members of the resort being held at gunpoint. Among them, he spots Suzie Hampton, a temporary guest who'd been staying at the resort for two weeks and had just extended her stay. Roger was happy as he did like her, but right now, that is the last thing on his mind. She looks terrified while trying to keep her composure.

Javier: You're the manager, right?
Roger: Timms, Roger Timms.
Javier: Good. You're going to be very helpful to us if you want to survive the night.
Roger: What do you want? Please, just don't hurt them. They're our guests.
Javier laughs, a cold, dry sound that echoes through the marble lobby: Tourists and businesspeople. In our eyes, they're symbols of the greed that's choked this island for decades. But we're not mindless killers, Timms. We're moving toward the capital city, Port-Lilas. This is a message to the government and the world that we mean business. We control 20% of the island now, but this sea based assault that is well into government territory will send a message, loud and clear. We are coming. He laughs heartily.

Roger reasons that the resort is in a lowly populated part of Solaria and government forces are deployed in areas more populous and valuable. There is no immediate help.
Javier: Now, Timms, tell us where the resort's communications system is located. I know you have a satellite link here.
Roger: It's in the main office.
Javier: Lead the way.

They enter and Roger explains how to use it. He is then ushered into the main lounge, where about thirty staff, businesspeople and tourists are standing in a group, looking nervous. Two gunmen are there, alert to any stupid theatrics.
Roger addresses them: We all need to stay calm and do as we are told. There is no reason to think they mean us any harm.
Guest: They don't seem to like tourists, so how can you be so sure.
Roger: I can't be certain about anything except one thing. Cooperate and we lessen the risk of harm.

Suzie Hampton catches Roger's attention and takes him to one side and speaks quietly: I'm ex-army and worked in security. Trust me.

Roger: Thanks, that may come in handy.
Suzie: It seems that there are only a few of them, perhaps six? I also sense a lack of experience.
Roger: Your expertise is useful. However, we had better stop talking for now, so as not to raise suspicion.

Roger goes over to the soldiers and asks if they could have some liquid to drink. They nod but do nothing until a third soldier enters the main lounge. They inform him, and shortly later, some bottles of mineral water appear with paper cups.

Javier returns: Who are the kitchen workers?
Two put up their hands and he ushers them into the kitchen. The soldiers get a feed and then some food is brought through to the hostages.
Javier: Does anyone want the toilet? One at a time will be allowed to go.
Each one is escorted by a soldier for their visit.
Roger whispers to Suzie: It's impossible to plan anything with thirty scared people. I guess we need to be patient and see how things develop.
Suzie: I agree. She looks around cautiously and then continues. Did you see the sentry by the door? He's young, he carries his automatic weapon loosely. He's also masking that he's scared, Roger. And scared men are unpredictable. Let's just wait for the right moment to see if any of them slip up.
Roger: The Contres are fully stretched fighting government forces. This is just a propaganda excercise and we are a soft, undefended target. They have sent in new recruits as a result. Good in one way, uncertain in another.

Javier walks in: Now you are going to sleep. Here, on the floor.
A few need medications and one by one, they are escorted to their suites to get them. Blankets arrive and the hostages start getting down on the floor. Roger makes sure he and Suzie are lying next to each other. The lights go out, with an ambient glow coming through the glass walls from adjacent rooms. After a while of sleepless nervousness, Suzie taps Roger.

She whispers: Roger, look at the entrance. One sentry has gone for a snack and the other sentry has fallen asleep. Roger sees that the soldier is indeed sleeping and his gun is free, by his side.

Roger: It's too risky to move now, Suzie. If we disturb the other soldiers, we could be executed on the spot. Let's wait and bide our time. Why risk our lives if we are not in any immediate danger?

Suzie: I wasn't suggesting that we take unnecessary risks, just scoping the situation. 

She looks around some more. 

Suzie: There is someone crouching by the outside window, trying to get our attention. Roger peeps over and sure enough, someone is waving and pointing to the sleeping sentry.
Suzie: This is it. When that person waves again, we go for the weapon. Are you with me?
Roger's heart is racing: I'm with you.
Suzie: I'll lead. I'll get the gun and if the soldier does anything silly, you jump on him. 

Suzie waits and another signal from outside is given. She stealthily covers the floor and scoops up the gun. The man awakens and freezes as he sees the automatic weapon pointing at him. Two other burly male hostages are asked to help. Roger signals to them and they quietly lead the sentry away, holding him on each side.

A second soldier enters, eating a snack and stops when he sees Suzie pointing a gun his way. He slowly puts the gun down and Roger picks it up and leads the second soldier to the same spot as the first. They are both searched for more weapons, which produces two knives. They are then quietly told to sit with their hands on their heads.

Gunfire is suddenly heard and terrorist soldiers are seen running. They are followed by government forces and the relatively few Contre soldiers soon surrender and are rounded up. They are taken outside as a truck pulls up, ready to take them away.

The shaken guests return to their suites. Roger is taken into his office for a debriefing.
Government officer: Thank you for the excellent way you assisted us in what was a tense situation. We got intel at short notice to say that an attack was imminent. Roger, your recently signed up maintenance man Carlos, he points to him, who is actually a government agent. He was sent here recently as insurance due to the resort's vulnerability.
Roger nods with approval at Carlos, who returns a smile.

He continues: When we heard that the attack was due to take place, he left quickly at short notice to team up with government forces and his knowledge of the facility was vital in helping us. Repelling this terrorist attack was important for morale as much as its strategic value. 

Suzie was also on our team as a mercenary, Carlos found out about her past employment and notified us. She agreed to become a tourist on an extended stay and was our person inside to help facilitate the operation if required. 

Roger looks across at Suzie in disbelief.
Suzie: I'm sorry I had to play down my role, Roger. But it was the only way to ensure the security of the operation. You did a great job managing the panic. You're a brave man.

Later, when things are back to normal, Carlos leaves and is replaced by another maintenance man. Suzie is now going to head home but takes a couple of days off to relax. Roger invites her to a special meal together.
Roger: I can't believe you were seconded. I felt like I was leading things, and it turns out you were the one actually in control.
Suzie laughs, a genuine, warm sound that replaces the tactical coldness she showed during the assault: You were leading, Roger. You kept those people calm. That's a different kind of courage. 
Roger: You were good, and I can understand your not letting me know too much. That would have added pressure.
Suzie sips her wine, looking at the sunset over the Solarian coast and its famous palms: But honestly, it's nice to be just a guest for a few more days. No missions, no rifles, just a very good glass of wine and a view to die for.
Roger: Eh..no talk of dying if you please. The government has given us a grant to compensate for the war and the reduced income for the industry. Not a lot, but much appreciated. I'll use a little bit of that money to make sure you are pampered for the next few days. The least we can do.
Suzie smiles softly, her eyes softening as she looks at him: You're too kind, Roger. It was my job. The government has already compensated me personally. 

Suzie moves on and Roger continues operating the hotel. The Contres are soon defeated and Solaria returns to its former peaceful self. Another futile uprising with many lives lost. Thankfully, none at the Baie des Palmes resort were harmed.

Mennonite Romance

Anna Yoder is from a Mennonite community and doing a year as a voluntary service participant. She works during the day as a teacher aide under the MVS program. Alan is not from that community but is a teacher at the school.

Anna is sitting at a table in the lunchroom, eating her lunch. She sees Alan approaching with his lunch and she smiles. 

Alan apprehensively: May I sit here?
Anna is surprised: Yes, you may.
Alan: How are you doing today?
Anna shyly: I am doing well, thank you. And you?
Alan: I'm doing great. I've heard that you're very good with the students.
Anna is flattered: Thank you. I enjoy working with them.
Alan: What brings you to our community?
Anna: I'm doing a year of voluntary service.
Alan: That's wonderful. Where are you from?
Anna: I'm from a small Mennonite community a few hours away.
Alan curious: That's interesting. I've never been to a Mennonite community before.
Anna is now feeling upbeat: It's very peaceful.
Alan: That sounds lovely. I could use some peace and quiet in my life.
Anna: I can imagine. Teaching can be stressful at times.
Alan: True. So what do you like to do in your free time?
Anna: I enjoy reading, gardening, and spending time with my family.
Alan: Me too! So, Anna, would you be interested in us grabbing coffee sometime?
Anna reluctant: I... I don't know.
Alan reassures: Oh, no pressure! Just thought it might be nice to get to know each other better.
Anna pauses: I think...that would be nice.
Alan: Great! How about Friday after school?
Anna: That works for me.
Alan: Perfect. I'll see you then!

They meet for coffee. Anna is a bit unsure how to take Alan. As the conversation stalls, he decides to ask about her faith.
Alan: So, if I may ask, how important is religious faith to you?
Anna: It's very important. It's a central part of my life and my community.
Alan: I respect that. I'm not as religious as you are, but I believe in something greater than ourselves.
Anna: That's interesting. What do you believe in?
Alan: I believe in a God and that he is behind the creation around us. I just don't know much beyond that.
Anna: I believe that too, but I have gone deeper than you in knowing God.

They continue to talk and get to know each other better. There seems a connection between them.
Alan: You know, Anna, I've really enjoyed talking with you today. Would you like to do this again sometime?
Anna: I think I would like to, not wishing to sound too eager.
Alan: How about next week? Perhaps you can discuss more about your faith.
Anna: That sounds wonderful, showing in her voice that she is keen on that.

They start to see each other more often, both at school and outside of school. They develop a close friendship. One day, Alan asks Anna if she would like to go for a walk in the park.
Alan: That would be nice.

As they are walking, Alan decides to open up.

Alan: Anna, I've really enjoyed spending time with you over the last few months. And I've started to realize that I have feelings for you.
Anna is surprised, but she realizes that she has feelings for him too.
Anna: I... I feel the same way, Alan. But my faith is much stronger than yours, and I wonder if that would be an uneven yoking. I know my parents would be concerned about that.
Alan: Oh, I didn't really give that much thought. I will now.

As their relationship grows, Anna begins to struggle with the conflict between her feelings for Alan and whether Alan will grow in his faith or if she will find herself drawn to a more secular way of thinking.
Anna: Alan, I really care about you, but I'm not sure if this can work. My community is very faith focused, and they might not approve of me courting someone from outside the faith who doesn't have a strong faith in God.
Alan: I understand, Anna. I would be happy to learn more about your faith.
Anna: I hope so, Alan. I really hope so. Why not go to a service? I can give you a time and address. Perhaps it's better if we attend separately so you can focus on the service. Within our community, I'd like to keep our relationship a secret for a while, while we see if things progress or not.

Alan goes to the services as suggested by Anna. The message focuses on the Bible and living a quiet, faithful life. Alan appreciates the message but wonders if it will change him that much.

One day, Anna's parents find out about Anna's relationship with Alan. They are surprised and concerned. Her father, Peter, asks for Alan's name and then asks about his faith, saying that this could bring challenges to a union. Anna takes his concern on board. 

Anna goes back to Alan: My parents know about you. My father... he is worried. He believes that for a relationship to be stable, both people must be walking the same path in the Lord. He doesn't want me to be lured away from that.
Alan: I don't want to be a source of conflict in your family, Anna. But I also don't want to lose you. If your father is willing, I'd be happy to sit down with him and answer any questions he has. I can't pretend to be someone I'm not, but I can tell him that I care for you and that I'm open to where this path leads.
Anna: You would really do that? I'll tell him what you said.

They meet, and her father Peter explains about life in the community and the differences in values to the world at large. Alan says he would embrace their lifestyle and become a member if, on learning about it, felt that he could conscientiously accept it.

Alan then attends services regularly, speaks with a pastor to learn more and reads up on their faith and life in a community. By now, Anna has finished her MVS and moved back home.

Contact between the couple is no longer happening, but Alan uses that to focus on learning without emotional distraction. Anna is then shown romantic interest from a young man within her community. She reaches out to Alan, and they discreetly meet in a park. She explains the situation and how her feelings are now torn.
Alan: Thank you for letting me know. The time I have studied has not convinced me that I could live permanently in a Mennonite community. If we were to be together, it would be outside your community.
Anna: Oh. And that's the part that scares me. If I chose you, I would be leaving the life I've known, my family and venturing on an unsure path for my faith. I appreciate your honesty. There is something you need to know. Anna pauses and struggles to come out with it. 

Alan: It's okay, just tell me. I'll understand.

Anna: A young man is interested in me. Martin is his name.
Alan: It hurts me to say this, but I think your future lies with Martin. You can have a husband who will be a spiritual head for you, a role that I may not be able to fulfill to the standard you desire. In addition, he can give you a life in a community that you know and love, close to your family.
Anna: My head agrees with you fully, but my heart is uncertain on this.
Alan: Have some time to think about it and let me know. If you want to come with me, we can get married and I will work hard on my faith. Stay, and it will hurt me, but I will respect your decision.

Anna's parents find out about her leaving the community to see Alan and wonder what the reason was. Her father Peter sits down with her and she explains the choice she is confronted with.
Peter: You have a young man in our community, Martin, who wants to marry you. Why are you not committing to this?
Anna thinks hard and long, her father Peter patiently waits for her reply: I guess you are right. It is the better way for me, us. I will tell Alan.

She lets Alan know and with deep sorrow in his heart, he accepts and moves on with his life. He can sense Anna's torn feelings. He hoped it would be different, but he also understands it is best for her. In that case, he accepts the painful reality, regardless of the personal hurt. Alan knows there will be love again, but for now, that is cold comfort. It was always a journey with an uncertain future.

Being Neighbourly

Veronica (Vonnie) Lane is a solo mum with a eleven year old son (Nigel) and nine year old daughter (Sandra). Leslie (Les) Calder is a divorcee without kids who moved in next door. They decide to do things together and cycling is where it starts.

The Lane family and Les all enjoy cycling. Saturday morning they all assemble at the back garden of the Lane's for another adventure.
Nigel: Come on, Les! You're late! Nigel bounces on his heels, his helmet slightly crooked, practically vibrating with excitement as he grips the handlebars of his mountain bike.
Sandra: Nigel, stop being so impatient. Les was probably just checking his tyre pressure. Sandra leans against her bike and glances toward the fence with a look of genuine fondness for her new neighbour.
Les: Actually, I was just making sure I had enough snack bars for everyone. Les steps through the side gate with a bag of snacks. Who's ready to get beaten by a middle aged man on a bike?
Vonnie: Alright, team, let's head out. I'll take the rear. Vonnie settles into her seat, appreciating how much the children truly adore the man next door.

Les: Lead the way, guys! 

Les signals for the kids to go first, watching the two children race toward the garden gate, his heart swelling with a protective warmth as he settles into the role of the steady presence the children seem to crave. 

The group heads down a winding lane and onto a track that takes them across nearby countryside.

They return home after a fun morning, with everyone sweaty and ready for a shower.
Vonnie: That was a great ride. Les, I appreciate the way you engage with the kids. They really enjoy it too. As a thank you, why not come for dinner tonight?
Les: You don't need to thank me that way...but
Sandra: Please, Les! Please come for dinner! Sandra beams at him, her eyes wide and pleading, making it nearly impossible for him to say no. Sandra and Nigel look on, expressing the same sentiment with their eyes.
Les: Well, I'll be there. I'd love to. Les laughs, feeling a sense of belonging he hadn't known since his divorce. Just don't go to any trouble, Vonnie.

Les goes inside and showers. He has grown really attached to the children and his feelings for Vonnie are warm. Meanwhile, Vonnie is already planning a meal beyond the 'no trouble' level.

That evening Les comes over. The kids are all over him as he ends up on the lounge floor, wrestling and losing out to them. Vonnie smiles as she glances from the kitchen. She reflects how much the kids like a father figure in their lives.

After dinner, they play games and the time passes. The kids head off to bed and Les turns to Vonnie: Thanks for a lovely day and a fine meal, too fine.
Vonnie leans against the kitchen counter: You're more than welcome, Les. I don't think you realise how much it means to me to see those two this happy, and how much it means to them to have someone like you around. She pushes off the counter and takes a small step closer. You've got a way about you that just... fits. I hope you know you're always welcome here, not just for the bike rides.
Les swallows involuntarily: Er..thank you. I don't know how to express myself about this.
Vonnie: You don't have to express anything, Les. Some things are just felt. I've noticed the way you look at the kids, and the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. A knowing smile registers on the corner of her lips, her eyes searching his for a sign of how he might react to her directness. Perhaps this is becoming about more than just being good neighbours, do you think?
Les feels his heart increase its tempo, her sudden proximity only adding to this: I... I think you might be right, he whispers and looks downward. I don't want to rush anything, but I don't want to be anywhere else right now.
Vonnie: Then maybe we need to stop pretending and start planning a way forward.
Les: There is one reservation I have. The kids love me as the man who turns up and does fun things with them. However, if a man did come into their lives permanently, then it takes on a new dimension. Like any relationship, living it day by day, enjoying the good but dealing with the more challenging sides of being close regularly, throws up situations that test all involved.
Vonnie: That's the beauty of it, Les. The children are resilient. They're not looking for a perfect man, they're looking for a good man. And from what I've seen, you're a very good man but cautious. She reaches out, her hand grasping his hand in a gentle, reassuring touch. Why don't we just keep doing what we're doing? Let the organic growth of this friendship lead where it wants to go.

Les covers her hand with his, the warmth of the contact reassuring: I think I can live with that. No pressure, just... whatever happens, happens. I just hope the kids understand that there will be occasions when they don't want to hear things. Suddenly, 'Mr Nice Guy' is the 'You're not my father guy'. I'd struggle with that. I'm not criticising them as I'd feel the same way in their situation. How to handle discipline would have to be something to be negotiated carefully. Am I getting ahead of myself?
Vonnie laughs softly, a genuine sound that fills the room: You absolutely are. We haven't even had our first official date and you're already worrying about the 'parenting' talks. How about we just start with a glass of wine and a conversation that doesn't involve mountain bikes? She turns to the cupboard and pours two glasses of a rich red, handing one to him with a twinkle in her eye. Now, tell me more about yourself.

They chat for a while and late in the evening, Les stands to leave, unsure how to express his affection. Vonnie watches him reach the door, then steps forward, placing a hand on his chest: Goodnight, Les. I'm really glad you decided to move in next door. She stands on her tiptoes and plants a soft kiss on his cheek, leaving a trail of warmth that lingers long after she steps back. See you tomorrow for breakfast?
Les: Can I have a rain check on that? I'm having that male moment of commitment phobia. It won't linger but...I need time to process things.
Vonnie: I can work with a 'rain check' if it means the man is worth waiting for. She winks, closing the door softly behind him and he crosses the few steps to his home.

The next day is Sunday and Les sleeps in. He gets up at 10am and as he puts the kettle on, sees Sandra and Nigel in their backyard, upset with each other over something. Vonnie comes out of her back door and tries to placate them, but without success.

Sandra gets on her bike and rides off around the house to the front lawn and down to the road. She briefly rides along the footpath and then pulls out onto the street. Les watches from his kitchen window as she is nearly hit by a passing car. As she avoids it, she falls to the ground, grazing herself.

Les runs out and calls frantically to Vonnie, who is unaware of what just happened and she follows him. Vonnie is beside herself as she arrives at the scene, Les already checking to see if Sandra is no more than grazed.

The motorist runs over and apologises profusely. Les said it wasn't her fault but Vonnie interjects and tells the female driver she needs to be more careful. Les said he saw it all and the driver wasn't to blame. Les gets a scowl from Vonnie and they return their attention to Sandra.

They get Sandra into the house and see to her wound. Vonnie is annoyed that Les seemed to be blaming Sandra.
Vonnie: I just don't understand why you were defending the driver, Les. My daughter could have been killed! Her voice is sharp, reflecting maternal protectiveness. It's a narrow street, people should slow down. I feel like you were more concerned about the stranger's feelings than the fact that Sandra was almost killed!
Les: Vonnie, please. Let's be rational. The driver was doing the speed limit. Sandra pulled out without looking.
Vonnie looks at Les with slightly less anger but decides to return to comforting Sandra, the shock now hitting her hard and she starts to cry. Les lingers but then heads home. His concern about a new person entering a relationship with children involved has had its first test, and it didn't go well. As Vonnie said, they haven't had a formal date yet either.

Mid afternoon comes around when Vonnie appears at Les' door: I'm sorry for the outburst. I was scared. She looks tired, the adrenaline having worn off and Vonnie has had time to investigate. You were right. Sandra told me she didn't look. 

Les: You're a concerned mum. I completely understand.

Vonnie smiles: Thank you. I think we both need a drink and some quiet. Would you like to come over? Sandra's napping and Nigel has gone to a mate's place for a sleep over for the night.

Les agrees and follows Vonnie back to her house and they take a drink and sit on the sofa together.

Les: I appreciate the stress you felt.

Vonnie sighs, leaning her head on his shoulder, the tension finally leaving her body: I appreciate you being the one who stays calm when I'm spiralling. That's why the kids like you. That's why I like you. She shifts closer, the intimacy of the quiet house wrapping around them like a blanket. I think we're going to be just fine, Les. As long as we can be honest with each other, even when we're wrong.
Les: A very mature approach. You are right, when there are mistakes made, the important thing is how we handle them.
Vonnie: Spoken like a man who knows how to handle things. She looks up at him, her gaze softening. So, about that date... how about we stay right here? I think we've had enough excitement for one weekend.
Les: I got such a fright when I saw Sandra cycling onto the road. It all went into slow motion. I realise how much I care about her. A tear rolls down his cheek and he looks away with embarrassment.
Vonnie: Oh, Les... She reaches up, gently wiping the tear away with her thumb, her heart aching with affection for the man who cares for her children as if they were his own. You're a wonderful man. She pulls him closer, and for the first time, he wraps his arms around her, holding her tight as they share a moment of profound, silent understanding.
I need some love right now, Vonnie confesses.

They share a special time together and come down from the bedroom later and make a drink of tea. They feel like a married couple.
Vonnie: I can't believe we just did that. We're not even dating yet. She giggles, her face flushed and happy. The kids are going to be so confused when they see us acting all lovey-dovey.
Les: We said we didn't want to rush anything, but the stress of the morning overtook us. Our friendship can't be the same now. The kids will sense a change in chemistry between us. Kids aren't silly.
Vonnie: Then we tell them the truth. Maybe we can sit down with both of them soon and explain things.
Les: I know I want in, with you and your family. My heart is too deeply invested in this. I feel I know you well. We are both open people and our getting to know each other has been quick because of that. We need a plan forward, but not one that is too prolonged. Do you feel the same way?
Vonnie: I do. She reaches across the table and squeezes his hand. I really do. I think we've already started the real journey, haven't we?
Les: I suppose we have. I love you.
Vonnie beams, a look of pure radiance on her face: I love you too, Les. She leans in and kisses him, a sweet, lingering seal on a new chapter of their lives.

The next few weeks pass and they act like a family. They go for rides, have dinner, and the kids are happy. Vonnie and Les decide to sit down and talk to Sandra and Nigel.
Sandra: If this is about you two getting together, I already know. The day I grazed my knee, I was lying in bed and heard you both going into mum's bedroom and later coming out. I'm cool with that.
Vonnie and Les look at each other and back to the kids.
Vonnie: You heard that? She blushes, laughing: Well, since the cat is out of the bag, we wanted to tell you that Les and I are seeing each other. We care about each other very much.
Nigel: Does this mean Les is our new dad?
Les: Not exactly, not just yet Nigel. But I'm someone who loves you very much, and I'll always be here for you.
Sandra: Well, as long as you keep bringing the snack bars on the bike rides, you can stay. She grins, leaning her head on Les' arm. We're glad you're our Les.
Les: And I'm glad I'm your Les. He pulls them both into a hug, feeling a completeness he hadn't known in years, the boundaries of 'neighbour' finally vanishing into the warmth of a true home. Just realise that being a dad sometimes means he will say things you don't want to hear. I will try to keep that to a minimum, but are you ready to accept that?
Nigel: I guess so.
Sandra: I understand Les. And you could be more positive, Nigel!
Nigel thinks momentarily: I'm happy with that.

For a short while, it's all good but the issue now becomes how to move forward. Things cool slightly between Les and the family, married but not, and that makes it all a bit messy emotionally. Low level awkwardness develops between Les and Vonnie.

The kids press Vonnie about what's going on and that only makes her feel frustrated. The uncertain situation is affecting them all. So Vonnie goes over one Sunday afternoon to talk and Les invites her in.

Vonnie: Les, we need to talk. The kids are confused. They're happy you're here, but they don't know where they stand. One day you're just the neighbour, the next you're acting like a dad, then you're just the neighbour again. This uncertainty is starting to wear on them, and honestly, it's wearing on me too. 

She stands in his living room, her arms crossed, not out of anger, but out of a desperate need for stability.

Les: I've been offered a job transfer out of town with a sizable pay increase. It involves opening a new branch and it will take a lot of my time. I've been holding off committing, but I have to decide tomorrow morning. The fact is, if things aren't going to work out here, I might as well accept. But I don't want to leave. I still believe in us but worry we've ruined everything and cannot get it back.
Vonnie: A transfer? Why on earth would you even consider leaving us? Her voice drops, a flicker of fear crossing her face as she realizes how fragile their current state actually is. You can't tell me that a paycheck is more important than what we've built here. We've already said we love each other, Les. Don't let a job offer push you away when you should be stepping closer.
Les: It's not the money, Vonnie. If I stay, we're going to do this properly. He walks toward her, his expression pained. I want to be the man you can't imagine your life without. If we can't find a way to bridge this gap and be a real couple, then maybe moving is the only way I can protect my heart.

Vonnie reaches out, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward her with a sudden, fierce intensity: You idiot. You're the only person who makes that house over there feel like a home again. She looks up at him with a resolve in her eyes. Forget the transfer. Stay here. Let's stop pretending we're just 'seeing each other' and actually commit. I want you in our family, Les. Not as a guest, not as a neighbor, but as the man of our family.
Les: Okay, okay, I'm not taking the job. I'm staying right here because that's where I want to be. I don't care about the promotion. The only promotion I want is to be the man you and the kids can rely on every single day. Will you marry me?
Vonnie: YES. Of course.
They kiss deeply in relief. They are back on track and on the same page.

Vonnie: Now, how are we going to tell the kids that their 'Les' is officially becoming their step-dad? She leans her head against his chest. Nigel is going to flip his lid with excitement. He'll probably try to plan the wedding himself.
Les: I think we should tell them tonight over dinner. A real family dinner. No more procrastination. There will be bridges to cross, but that's what life is about.