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.

Eastside Nightclub

Two young people from different backgrounds meet. They share the same distant, unhappy home life. Steph from a wealthy family and Reuben from a poor, single parent one are both at a nightclub and their worlds meet.

The music pounds and the dancing is vibrant. Steph stands near a wall, drinking a rum and coke and feeling shy. She knows no one and desides she should leave. Just then, Reuben approaches with a beer in his hand. They smile but can't converse, so he invites Steph to dance with a hand gesture.

They both shimmy together and then Steph indicates they go somewhere quieter. The hallway to the toilets is where they end up, with people moving past at regular intervals.

Steph: I can't even hear myself think in there. My head is actually throbbing.
Reuben: Me too. You dance well. I'm Reuben, by the way.
Steph: Stephanie. But you can call me Steph. She smiles at him, feeling a kinship with this stranger despite the obvious difference in their clothes.
Reuben: I've not seen you here before.
Steph: I usually go to the more exclusive..I mean other places, but I just wanted... something different.
Reuben: Your dress standard is a bit higher end than what most girls wear here.
Steph: Is that a compliment, or are you just noticing that I'm out of place? She lets out a soft laugh, feeling a genuine spark of interest as she looks at Ruben's simple but neat attire.
Reuben: Both. You look like you belong elsewhere.
Steph: Maybe I do. I probably shouldn't have come here. She sighs, the mask of the spoiled socialite slipping for a moment, revealing a flicker of the loneliness that haunts her luxury home.
Reuben: Well, I'm glad you're here. It's a bit loud tonight, isn't it? He leans in slightly, creating a strange, grounding magnetism between them.
Steph: Can we go somewhere else?
Reuben: Sure. They go outside and the quiet is a welcome relief. They see a diner across the road and agree to try it. They sit and they get a milkshake.

Reuben: So, you clearly come from the west side of town.

Steph: Is it that obvious? I just... I wanted to see what it was like. It feels more real. Less like a staged play where everyone is pretending to be happy. She stirs her milkshake with a straw, her eyes searching his for a sign that he understands the void her wealth can't fill.
Reuben: I get that. For me, it's the opposite. I spend most of my time wishing I was somewhere not so rough. Eastside is real but not always in a nice way. 
Steph: I think we're both just looking for something else, but nothing's perfect. As my mom says, it's rarely a win, win.
Reuben: True. So are you working or studying something?
Steph: Studying art history, but my father wants me to do business. He doesn't really care what I want, just that I'm successful and he sees the business course as a safe and sure road to take. 
Reuben: My dad never cared about my grades, he just cares that I'm not in the way. He gives a small, cynical smile. I'm an apprentice mechanic.
Steph: It's good you're getting a trade. She pauses thoughtfully. I think we're both similar, but in different circumstances
Reuben: Maybe we could go out again sometime?
Steph hesitates: Er..I have a boyfriend already, Ryan's his name.
Reuben: So where is he tonight?
Steph: He's... away. And I'd thought I'd try the other side of town as Ryan won't bring me. He likes his mates and more sophisticated venues. He's also not that confident out of his comfort zone.
Reuben: Well, you were brave coming here on your own. I wouldn't have recommended it. There are some bad dudes around here.
Steph: I felt like I needed a bit of an adventure. I'm tired of the same old things.
Reuben: Now we've had the adventure. Are you heading home now, or do you want something more? 
Steph hesitates: I guess I will head home, now starting to lose her confidence and wondering where this might be leading. It's been really nice meeting you Reuben. I guess we may not cross paths again, but I wish you well.
Reuben looks dispondent: I'd be lying if I said that's fine. Here's my cellphone number. Text if you ever feel inclined.
Steph looks at the number on the napkin, then back at Reuben: I'll think about it. She smiles a genuine, warm smile but realises that's not an option she will explore. She has Ryan anyway. 

They walk outside and exchange a polite hug. Steph steps to the curb and hails a taxi. Reuben walks home alone, back to a home with his solo dad who is probably entertaining a woman he picked up during the evening. How he hates that and the 'What are you doing home so early' look. If only he could get away and make a better life for himself. He hopes Steph texts sometime...but feels that's a wish that is never to be fulfilled.

A Captivating Plane Journey

A small plane is taken off course. It's to kidnap Rhona but Cedric gets caught up in it. Later, it became apparent that Cedric was doing some cleaning on a small, ten seater private plane. He lost track of time and used the toilet before exiting the craft. He felt the plane move, checked his watch and panicked. He was caught with his pants down in more ways than one.

He quickly washed his hands and exited the little room. The plane was already moving toward the runway. The engines roared and it is started to take off the ground. As it gained altitude, Cedric nearly lost his balance. Looking down the aisle, he saw that there was one passenger, her blonde hair just visible over the headrest. He grabbed a seat at the rear of the plane and buckled his seatbelt.

Once the plane levels off, Cedric unbuckles himself and walks up to where the woman is sitting. She jumps as he comes into her view. He sits opposite her. 

Rhona: Who the hell are you and why are you on this plane?

Cedric: I was cleaning and..er lost track of time. Can the pilot turn back, I wonder?
Rhona: Turn back? I don't think so. How about making yourself useful and get me a drink?
Cedric pauses and then dutifully goes to the galley at the rear and finds some soft drinks. He brings a selection back to Rhona.

Rhona: You're kind of a dimwit, aren't you? But at least you know how to follow orders. I'm Rhona, by the way. 

Cedric: I'm Cedric. I was hired to make sure the plane was spotless for your trip. I didn't mean to intrude, I just... lost track of the time.

Rhona leans back, her eyes scanning him with a mixture of boredom and curiosity. He's certainly not the type of person she usually associates with, but there's something about his calm demeanor that doesn't grate on her nerves as much as most people do: Well, Cedric, you might as well make yourself comfortable.

Just then the door of the cockpit opens and a masked man with a gun appears. His eyes lose their smirk when he sees Cedric sitting in the seat opposite Rhona.
Gunman: What are you doing here?
Cedric: I'm the cleaner and missed my exit time.
Gunman: Idiot.
Rhona: What the hell is going on? Why do you have a gun?
Gunman: Quiet, princess. You're coming with us. And as for the cleaner... well, we can't have a witness. The gunman waves the gun barrel at Cedric to move to the back of the plane.
Cedric: I'm not going anywhere.
Gunman: Very well. He points the gun at Cedric's head.

Rhona's face pales, her spoiled confidence suddenly replaced by a raw, visceral fear. She had spent her life demanding things and getting them, but she now feels helpless: Wait! He's just a worker at the airport! What are you doing, threatening to kill someone? This is my private charter. You have no business being here.
Gunman: Shut up Rhona. He pauses. Very well. We will deal with the cleaner later. Understand that from now on you do as you're told, the both of you. Is that clear?

Rhona and Cedric nod. He returns to the cockpit but leaves the door open and keeps and eye on the hostages. 

Cedric: You seem to be part of a kidnapping. Any reason why?
Rhona: I come from a very wealthy family, the Hollis'. It may involve a ransom demand.
Cedric: I've heard that name. Mining and manufacturing. But why don't you have personal security?
Rhona: I get security when I stay at our country estate that we have just left behind. They saw me off at the airport, but they never take the flight. It's deemed a no risk trip. Security will be waiting at the airport I'm supposed to be going to. I guess these people saw a window of opportunity and hijacked the plane. I should have known when I didn't recognise the pilot, but it's not always the same one anyway.
Cedric: It would have been too late to do anything by that time. The real pilot will be probably tied up in the airport toilet. Cedric reflects. I'm now in a hostage scenario too.

The plane starts to descend and the captives buckle up. The gunman comes out of the cockpit and blindfolds them both. The plane lands and taxis to a halt. The plane door opens, a woman enters and  guides them to a waiting car. They both get in and they drive off. The trip seems like an eternity.

They arrive at a secret location. Once inside, the blindfolds are removed. The room has the curtains pulled and one dim light, so it is quite dark and their eyes adjust quickly. There are two flimsy dining room chairs and a cheap coffee table.

A woman with her face covered stands in front of them, a gunman to her side: You may have guessed why you're here. Rhona, your parents will be informed of your safety and what we require of them to secure your release. As for you, Mr Cleaner, we don't want murder to be part of our operation, so behave and you will also be released, subject to the cooperation of the Hollis family.

The woman continues: There is a kitchen with a jug, tea, coffee and some basic food items, but no cutlery. A toilet and shower are behind that door. The only bedroom is next to that, on the right. We weren't expecting two people. Your problem now. Try to escape and the consequences will be..shall we say... decisive and swift.

The woman and a gunman leave the cottage and Cedric notes that a car departs. The two captives look around without moving.

Rhona: Well Cedric, tardiness has caught up with you. Still, it gives me some company. I could do with a hot drink...

Chop, chop. Coffee, milk, no sugar, thanks.

Cedric makes a drink for each of them and brings it back: Well, a fine pickle you've got us into Rhona.
Rhona: Please! I'm the one being kidnapped. You're just the lucky guy who got to see it. Now, tell me, Cedric. Since you're so calm, do you have any ideas on how to get us out of here?

Cedric: Lucky? I should be more careful about the company I keep. As for our getting out of here, I'd say there is someone armed outside and that we are at a remote location miles from anywhere. Cedric looks at his watch: It's later than I thought. Lunch time! Shall we see what's on the menu?

They go into the pokey kitchen. There is a small fridge and a microwave oven. There are some packaged meals in the fridge. Cedric turns to Rhona: Lasagna or Shepherd's Pie?
Rhona: Lasagna thanks. Everything about this is just so... basic.

Cedric puts the lasagna in the microwave.

Rhona: When will they come back to check on us?
Cedric: Soon, I imagine. They'll want to make sure we are behaving and coping well enough. They don't want the merchandise spoiled.
Rhona:  I'm not merchandise! I'm a Hollis!
Cedric: I'm sure they're very impressed by your pedigree. Now, eat your lasagna. We need our strength if we're going to find a way out of here.
Rhona:  You're remarkably relaxed for someone whose life is currently in the hands of people who see you as collateral of no real value.

They eat in silence for a while. Then they hear the door open.
Gunman: Time for the first update. Rhona, stand up and face the camera. He has a tablet in his hand. I'll film it, then we'll send it to your parents later. So say something. 
Rhona: Hi Daddy! They're treating me like a common criminal! Help us and get me out of here!
The gunman ends the video recording. He turns to Cedric.
Gunman: I'm starting to think you're not as dim as you look.
Cedric: Well, if I were smarter, I wouldn't be here.
The gunman smiles and leaves.

Cedric: I think my parents would have appreciated a video call.
Rhona: They are after a ransom, not running a social service.
Cedric: Now listen up. We have only seen two people here so far. I heard a car depart when the woman in charge left. The gunman may be on his own or perhaps there is one more, outside. I don't think more than two. The next time the gunman comes in, pretend you are feeling sick and leave the rest to me.
Rhona: Leave it to you? You're a cleaner, Cedric! What's your plan, polish him into submission?
Cedric: Just trust me, Rhona. For once, try to follow someone else's lead.
Rhona: Fine. But if you get us killed, I'll be very cross.

The gunman suddenly comes back in.
Gunman: Time for your evening check.
Rhona: Oh... my stomach. I feel quite faint.
She collapses to the floor. The gunman panics. He moves toward her and Cedric launches himself into the gunman. Cedric knocks him to the floor and with lightening speed, disarms him and with a swift hit to back of the head with the gun, puts the gunman to sleep.
Rhona: I can't believe we're actually doing this! And you Cedric, you're some cleaner.

Cedric picks up the gun and motions Rhona to be quiet, his index finger pressed against his lips. He carefully opens the door. A man is nearby, leaning up against a fence and looking across a paddock. Cedric quickly gives him the same treatment.

There is a shed nearby and Cedric kicks the door open. He finds some rope and duct tape. The two gunmen are soon hog tied and lying on the lounge floor.
Rhona: Now what?
Cedric: I got a cellphone from one of the gunmen, but I can't get a signal. Now, we wait for the boss lady to return. The boys will need feeding.

They take a vantage point that is hidden, and they wait. Sure enough, within a few minutes, a car can be heard approaching. The car stops outside the cottage, the boss woman gets out of the car with pizza boxes and a soft drink bottle. She stops, wondering where the guards are. Cedric produces a gun he's commandeered from a gunman.
Cedric: Don't move. She freezes. He ties her up as well, and they take the car. He turns to Rhona. Keep checking the phone for coverage while we drive. After some miles, they come to an intersection. I don't know which way to go.
Rhona: Oh, I just noticed. We have cell phone coverage.
Cedric: Duh. He takes the phone and makes an emergency call. He notifies the authorities and then all they can do is wait.
Rhona looks hurt: Don't duh me. After a pause. You're some cleaner! I thought you were more like James Bond.
Cedric: I am actually part of the Hollis security team. I was watching to see if everything was kosher at the airport you were departing from. Your family had a tip off that you might be in danger but they didn't know when or where you might be abducted.
Rhona: What? They didn't tell me.
Cedric: I thought they should have taken the tip off more seriously, but they usually come to nothing. This one did come to something, unfortunately. Anyway, I came up on the chartered flight and was observing the airport dressed as a cleaner to avoid suspicion. I sensed something was wrong. I was supposed to warn the Hollis' security men at the airport, as they were armed and I wasn't. However, I only had time to get on the plane and hide in the toilet.
Rhona: So you had to think quickly.
Cedric: Yes. I had to act like a cleaner who was slow and inoffensive. It fooled everyone, although I got worried when one of the gunmen said, "I'm starting to think you're not as dim as you look." I decided to act before they clocked me.

Rhona's expression shifts from relief to disbelief. She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she processes the fact that through her entire ordeal, she was with a highly trained security man, one she had spent the last few hours treating like a footman: You pretended to be some bumbling idiot while my life was at stake? Why didn't you tell me? said with a flicker of genuine admiration for Cedric's acting skills and cool head.
Cedric: I thought you'd be more natural if you didn't know.

The police arrive and are directed to the hideaway. Then it's back to civilisation, and Rhona is reunited with her parents. Cedric isn't there for the reunion, but later meets up with the family at their mansion. There are hugs all round.
Mr Hollis takes Cedric aside: Rhona has filled us in about your heroics.
Cedric: That's my job, Mr Hollis.
Mr Hollis: Well, you possibly saved my daughter's life and brought this horrible affair to a speedy end. Be assured a sizable bonus is coming your way. Cedric nods but also feels embarrassed at the praise.

They go back to Mrs Hollis and Rhona. The champagne bottle pops and the fluted glasses make a welcome appearance. While the Hollis seniors get some nibbles, Cedric and Rhona are alone.

Rhona: Thanks again Cedric. If you were a bit younger, more my age..she smiles with a hint of natural blusher on her cheeks.

Cedric: A you noted, I'm a bit old for you. And besides, I do have a girlfriend, one who thinks it's time we tied the knot.

The food arrives, their time together is warm and relaxed. Then Cedric excuses himself and leaves their mansion. He drives away, thinking, yes, it's time I asked my girlfriend for her hand. I've been too busy to realise what's really important in life. Sometimes we let life get in the way of living. 

A Dangerous Mission

Two sabotage agents, Alf and Sonja, stand at the immigration desk of Glacovia, looking like typical tourists. The female immigration official looks at their documents and then at their faces. Does she know something, or are they just being paranoid?

Official: Welcome to the country. Any specific reason for your visit?
Sonya: A honeymoon.
Official: Honeymoon. Right. Where are you from?
Sonya: The UK.
The official hands back the documents: Enjoy your trip. Next!

Relief as they move on to collect their luggage from the carousel. Then they get some duty free alcohol (to look authentic, of course), get a taxi and then off to their hotel. They book into the honeymoon suite, the lady at the front desk is all smiles. Then to their room.

The suite is spacious enough, with a large bed and a lovely view over a delightful harbour. They unpack and flop on the bed. Alf then gets up and pours a single malt whisky for each of them.

Alf: Well, here we are on our honeymoon darling, said with a cheeky smile. Sonya doesn't smile, her face is neutral, determined to keep things professional. In case the room's bugged, they don't talk shop in the room. She takes a sip of her drink.

Sonja: We have a couple of days here in the city. Perhaps we could check out the cathedral and then the view from the vantage point overlooking the city. Then maybe lunch at a small cafe, finished with a walk along the promenade and dinner at one of the restaurants that line it.
Alf: Sounds like a plan.

They sleep soundly and go on their tourist route, holding hands and smiling at each other occasionally. As they walk up to the viewing vantage point, Alf wonders if they are being tailed. They kiss for authenticity's sake, and then they look over the harbour and out to sea. They then go back to the promenade and have a nice meal together, before returning to their hotel.

The next day, they walk to the promenade, where they feel safe to talk.
Alf speaks softly: We'll get the hire car arranged, pick it up tomorrow, and head down the coast. We will meet our contact and pick up the gear we will need. Then we move further south, where our mission begins in earnest.
Sonja nods, her eyes scanning the crowd for suspicious looks from anyone, her voice a low whisper: Good. The rental agency is a repair garage, so the car should be an older model. We don't want to stand out once we are on the road.

They go to a small garage and book a car for a few days. Then off to buy some food items for tomorrow and back to their hotel suite for their last night there. The whisky comes in handy for a dram or two.

Sonja: Our last taste of comfort for a while. Let's make the most of it.

The next day, they drive south and arrive about midday at a small coastal village. They have a picnic packed to avoid unnecessary interaction with locals. They sit by the water's edge, feet dangling in the warm seawater as they eat.

Two policemen approach: Good day. Everything alright here?
Sonya smiles warmly, leaning into Alf: Everything's wonderful, officers. Just enjoying the view.
Policeman: Lovely day for it. Just be careful of the current if you choose to swim. It's quite strong today. Enjoy your trip.
The police walk away. Alf looks at Sonya and whispers: As soon as they're gone, we can meet our contact.

They go to a small shop that is selling souvenirs, having a code to identify themselves.Sonya walks up to the shopkeeper: The weather is quite unpredictable for this time of year. 

The shopkeeper looks at her and then at Alf. He gives a small nod and leads them to the house at the rear.
Shopkeeper: Here is the gear you require. He hands over two bags, one soft and the other sturdier.

They head back to the car. There is a map in a side pocket of the bag, informing them where they can leave the car in a safe hiding place. Now they are ready for the mission.

They drive further south for an hour and stop at a junction. They wait for a few minutes and no one passes. Feeling safe, they turn off the main road and head inland until they see a track leading to an old farm shed as marked on the map. Opening the shed door, they park the car inside.

They open the soft bag and take out black clothing, which they put on after stripping off their tourist clothes. They carefully check the sturdier bag containing small bombs with magnets and zip up the bag. Alf carries the explosives while Sonja the soft bag that contains cutting gear, map, compass, compact binoculars as well as water and high energy food bars. They each have a small but powerful torch supplied. 

They peer outside and, seeing no one, they head inland toward the airbase. They reach their destintion by dusk, making good speed to do so, and then look over it from a concealed vantage point.

Sonya lowers her binoculars, her expression a mask of calculated precision as she surveys the perimeter fences: Luckily, security here isn't as it should be. Our intel is always on point, so hopefully there will be no glitches. They wait until dark and then make their move.

They cut the fence at the south corner of the perimeter, unseen by the guards who have their view slightly obscured. The next objective is to get to a ditch, requiring them to be exposed for 20 metres. 

Picking their time, they see guards in a tower, conversing and having a smoke. They move stealthily to the ditch and then keeping low, crawl on their stomachs along the ditch until they reach the hangar.
Alf whispers: The side door will have its trip alarm deactivated, thanks to our accomplice inside. Hopefully, he managed to do that, or we are in trouble.
Sonja nods to Alf, signaling to proceed.

Alf gets up, now out of view, and gingerly picks the door lock and pulls down on the door handle. It opens and the alarm doesn't activate. He wipes his forehead with his hand to remove sweat beads and Sonja follows him in.

They approach the row of fighter jets, supposedly securely stored in the hangar. 

Alf unzips the back pack and hands the magnetic bombs to Sonja, who carefully places one in each of the plane's wheel wells. It's a bit greasy and she gets some on her hands.

Once completed, Sonja turns to Alf, whispering: Now let's get out of here. 

Just then, a guard patrol arrives. They hide behind a stack of crates and wait for the guards to pass. The guards barely bother to check anything before leaving.

Alf whispers: Close call, but we're clear.

They retrace their steps, leaving the airbase behind them. Moving with urgency, they reach the car and quickly add a layer of black clothing as the boat ride will be chilly. They get in and drive further south to an isolated bay for a rendezvous with a boat. 

It's still dark on arrival, but they can't see a waiting boat. Anxiety increases.
Sonja frowns: Where is the boat? Our contact said 0400. 
Alf checks his watch, then the empty shoreline, a sense of unease settling in his gut: They must have been delayed?

Suddenly, a car pulls up behind them. The occupants are a security patrol from the airbase. doing a routine sweep of the coast that is close to their airbase. Two armed men alight, their guns still in their holsters but ready for use. Torches are shone at them. 
Security Man 1: What is your business here at this time of the morning?
Sonja thinks quickly: We are on our honeymoon and just wanted to see the sunrise.
Security Man 2 points a torch at Sonya's hand and sees a smudge of grease from the plane's wheel well: And the grease on your hands?
Sonja's mind is racing for a believable answer: I'm good with mechanics and I was tinkering with the engine a bit earlier. It's quite an old model car and needed some adjustments, which I managed to do. The beauty of older cars. not too complicated.

Security man 1 decides they are some weird tourists: Very well, enjoy the sunrise. 

Sonja breathes out a sigh of relief as the car drives away, her heart pounding in her chest: That was too close for comfort.

 

They wait a few more minutes before a boat arrives and they quickly jump on. They head south, hugging the coastline until they leave Glacovia and enter the territorial waters of the country to the south, Valeria. They alight and are greeted by an agent.

Agent: How did it go?
Alf: All good. The timers are set to go off any time now.
Agent: Our assisting Valeria to snuff out the air threat from their hostile neighbour to the north is vital for security in the region.
Alf: I just wish they could sort out their differences via dialogue. I guess centuries of conflict are hard to put behind them. There is always a score to settle.

Agent: Well done, follow me. 

They walk to a small house by the sea. Once inside the house, they are given food and water and told to wait for further instructions. Their job was a success as the bombs exploded precisely at 0500. The news was not reported in the media, but confirmed by their man working covertly at the airbase.

Alf looks at Sonya, the adrenaline finally fading, replaced by a deep exhaustion: We did it, and got out.
Sonja finally smiles, a small, genuine expression of relief, as she leans her head on his shoulder: Yes, we did.

Gang On The Run

Stu Ingles is about to meet Simone Walters. Sometimes, ordinary people are confronted by circumstances that are anything but ordinary. 

Stu is in a local supermarket, buying some groceries and from there enters the carpark as he heads back to his unlocked vehicle. 

He gets in his little hatchback and puts some groceries in the passenger seat footwell. He is about to turn the key when he feels a metal pipe pressed against his neck. He freezes.

Simone: Don't do anything silly and don't talk. Do as you're told and you won't get hurt. Now turn the car on and follow my instructions.

Simone withdraws the gun from his neck and lowers herself so as not to be noticed. Stu drives out of the supermarket car park to the road: Which way?
Simone: Left and head toward Heagney Falls. Drive smoothly.

From there, the journey is quiet with other motorists few and far between. Simone finally lifts her head high enough for Stu to see her face in the rear vision mirror. After an hour, Simone orders Stu to turn off and up a disused, almost invisible dirt road. A couple of abandoned houses are passed and the ride becomes bumpy. Stu slows to keep control.
Simone: Turn to your left here and park behind that tree. The car is now all but surrounded by shrubs and the trees' thick canopy.

They both get out. Simone is pointing a gun, her brown hair tied back in a pony tail, accentuating her fine features. She throws a knife to Stu and points to some nearby bushes.
Simone: Cut plenty and cover the rear of the car, she barks with a voice trying to sound in control.
She collects the groceries Stu bought, the knife plus a back pack she already had in the car. She places the groceries down.

Simone: Pick up the groceries. She then waves the gun barrel to point the way to go and they follow a narrow trail up a gorge between two small ridges, Simone is two paces behind Stu. 

After an hour, they reach a tiny hut in a valley near a small stream. Stu stops at the door and slowly turns to Simone.

Stu: Can I speak now?

Simone: What do you want to know?
Stu: My name is Stu, and I mean you no harm. What are we doing here?

Simone: I'm Simone, and you're helping me survive. I'm not a killer, but I'm a wanted woman and I have nowhere else to go. She looks at him, her eyes pleading for a shred of understanding. This is the only place I know around here to provide a measure of safety. I'm sorry about the... gun, but desperation makes people do things. Stu nods understandingly. 

Simone continues: I needed a car, and if necessary, a hostage. But then I couldn't just drop you off somewhere because you would report where I was heading.
Stu: I think you were overly cautious.
Simone: Maybe, but I was nearly caught by the police and I was panicky. Yeah, I could have jettisoned you once I was out of town and not being followed. My bad.
Stu: You can put the gun away. I'm curious and want to help you.
Simone: Very well. She surprisingly trusts him and puts it away. She goes into the hut. It's tidy and clean.

They get the stove going with wood already neatly stacked nearby and boil a kettle. They have a cup of tea and Stu gets out the groceries.
Stu: There is some steak which will need using. I can get that cooked and also have some not so frozen mixed vegetables to supplement the meat.

Simone smiles faintly, she looks at him with a mix of relief and curiosity: You're a strange one, Stu. Most people would be angry at getting carjacked and rattled at having a gun barrel placed against their neck. Why aren't you?
Stu: I don't panic easily. He looks at Simone and a slight smile forms on his lips. There is something straight about you, something genuine
Simone looks away, not used to being spoken about like that: I wish the world saw me that way. I'm not as straight as you think. There's a lot of things you don't know about and how I've ended up where I am.
Stu: Let's eat and then talk later, shall we?

They enjoy a hearty meal, wash up and sit together on an old couch. Stu waits for a while but then asks: If you want to explain your situation, I'm all ears.

Simone leans back and looks at the ceiling: I've been on the run for two or more weeks. I'm exhausted, Stu. Just... exhausted.
Stu: You look it. Why don't we get some sleep? We can talk some more in the morning when we are refreshed. Stu look around. Where is the toilet and what are the sleeping arrangements?
Simone: There is an outhouse around the back. The bedroom is in there, two bunk sets. We can take one side each with a choice of top or bottom. There are some old sheets and blankets.

They get to bed and wake early, eating from their meager supplies. Stu decides on a softly. softly approach to getting Simone to open up.
Stu: So how do you know about this place?
Simone: My grandparents own it and we used to come up as children to stay here. It was simple but my parents were quite poor so the only vacation we got. Our family moved away, but I never forgot about it.
Stu: Do your grand parents still come here.
Simone: Yes, each summer for a week, mainly to clean it up and do any repairs. Same time every year, weather permitting. They were recently here, hence why it's tidy.  
Stu: So why is it you're using it as a hideaway now?
Simone pauses: I was young when the family moved to a city and a rough area. We were still poor and then dad left us shortly afterwards. It was tough for all the family, but especially mum. She tried to keep me on the straight and narrow, but it was futile and I became rebellious. 

I started hanging out with a gang. We were eventually into some light drug dealing and I spent some time in prison. Simone looks out the window ruefully. Then me and a couple of others were delivering drugs and there was a police raid. One of those with me pulled a gun and a police officer was hit. It wasn't fatal, I learned later. We got out and ran. I believe the other two were eventually caught but I've been running since.
Stu: What sort of drugs we you selling during the bust?
Simone: We were never into heavy stuff. But the shooting took it all to another level.
Stu: Are you hoping to run to safety somewhere?
Simone: Running is irrational, as I will get caught, but I don't want to go back to prison.
Stu looks at the tattoos on Simone's hands, a giveaway to her past.
Stu: What do you want to do? If I help you willingly, I become a law breaker myself.
Simone: How about we go back to your car, drive to the road and I drop you off there. I then take your car and you then hitch a ride back to town and tell the police that you had no choice but to accompany me?
Stu: Why not come back to town with me and hand yourself in?
Simone: Because I had a rough time in prison. I didn't cope well and I was treated as problematic. I can't go back. Incarceration does my head in.
Stu: Okay, we'll do as you suggested, but I can't see you remaining on the run for long.

They pack up and walk to the car, it seems much quicker than the journey up to the hut. They remove the camouflage from the car and drive to the road. 

Before Stu gets out, he takes the cash he has in his wallet and hands it over to Simone.

Stu: I shouldn't be doing this but I feel for your situation, not just now, but your past. You're a good person who had a difficult youth and got into bad company. I wish you well.
Simone: Thank you. She leans over and gives Stu a hug.

As she drives off, Stu stands and watches his car disappear. He crosses the road and thumbs a lift back to town. He goes to the police and makes a statement. He has to, as his car is now in the hands of a fugitive.

His car is later found abandoned and it is returned to him. Simone is still on the run somewhere, proving more resourceful than Stu gave her credit for. He hopes she finds what she's looking for. 

A tear rolls down Stu's face as he reflects on what he learned. Simone was a victim of her upbringing and getting mixed up with the wrong crowd. The prison system is there to punish her, not rehabilitate her. A good person that needs help, but where will she get it from? He wonders how many other Simones are out there.

A Flight of Fancy

Joel Tanner is booked to take a flight on a private jet. He has been invited to travel to a Middle Eastern country for an unspecified reason. He agreed despite reservations, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Joel arrives by shuttle bus to an airport and he is whisked off in a private jet. He looks around the interior of the plane, admiring its appointments. They are soon flying over the ocean with fluffy clouds far below. 

The seat is comfortable and a hostess of Arabic ethnicity who initially greeted him presents herself again. She smiles.

Hostess: Good morning, Mr. Tanner. I hope you enjoy your flight. May I get you a drink?
Joel: Thank you. May I have a tonic?
Hostess: I'll be back in a moment with that.
After the drink and a light meal, Joel watches a movie, then does some media stuff and soon enough the plane starts to descend.
Hostess: We'll be arriving shortly. Please make sure your seatbelt is fastened.

After the plane lands, the door opens and a blast of hot air hits Joel's face. A stark contrast to the cool, airconditioned cabin. He sees a man waiting for him. He is wearing a white robe and a head covering. He is smiling warmly.
Omar: Welcome. Please, a car is waiting for you.
Joel sees a black limousine on the tarmac. He walks to the car and the chauffeur opens a rear door. Joel gets in and then Omar enters via the other door.

Neither talk as they drive off, and Joel looks out the window of the car and observes the desolate landscape. 

Eventually they arrive at a city, an oasis in stark contrast to what is around it. Pulling up at a five star hotel, the car door swings open and Joel alights. Again, the air hits like an oven door opening and releasing its captive heat.

He walks into the hotel lobby with Omar now at his side. Opulence is everywhere, from marble to leather. 

Joel is escorted to a suite. It is spacious, yet almost austere. Still, the quality of what he sees is undeniable. Joel puts his suitcase down. 
Omar: Take a shower to refresh yourself. I will be waiting here, but don't delay. The Sheikh is waiting for you in the garden. He is very eager to meet you, Mr. Tanner. Joel obeys and he comes out,wearing fresh clothing. Please, follow me.

They walk into the garden, the warm air tempered by the water features that adorn the enclosed space. A man is waiting and escorts Joel to Sheikh Ahmed. He smiles radiant and genuine. They shake hands and Joel is ushered to a seat.

Sheikh Ahmed: Welcome to our country. It is so nice to have you here.

Joel is almost speechless but finds his voice: I'm not unappreciative or being defensive but what am I doing here? I don't even know where here is, apart from the Middle East?

Sheikh Ahmed: Relax Mr. Tanner, all will be revealed in due course. I trust your flight was pleasant?
Joel: Yes, thank you. The hostess was very attentive. You surely understand my confusion and my wishing to know what this is all about.

Sheikh Ahmed: We will have a banquet tonight in your honour Mr. Tanner. Just a small, intimate dinner. Then all will be revealed.
Joel: I'd prefer you use my name Joel, if that's not too informal.
Sheikh Ahmed nods, then snaps his fingers and drinks arrive: I believe you are partial to tonic water Joel? Refreshing and an excellent hydrator. Very useful in a warmer climate, not to mention travelling in an aeroplane with its dry atmosphere.

Joel politely thanks Sheikh Ahmed and after a few pleasantries are exchanged, returns to his suite. A man is stationed at his door to assure unaccompanied wandering doesn't take place.
Joel's inquisitive nature has him investigate all the features at his disposal. He is taken by the smart-glass technology that turns the opaque wall of the bathroom partition into clear glass at the touch of a button. Small things and all that.

A knock at the door and he is summoned to the banquet. He walks in and is greeted by a nicely laid out table. Joel is ushered by Omar to a seat and offered tea. He graciously accepts. Then some men and women in traditional garb arrive and sit.

Food is served on large platters and placed on the table. All eat, with chatter and friendliness. Omar offers suggestions and explanations as required. He also translates some of the conversation.

Then Joel moves into a private lounge where Sheikh Ahmed is sitting. After a silence that seems to last eternally, the Sheikh speaks: You deserve an explanation Joel. Pauses almost nervously. Three months ago, in your home city, you encountered a young female tourist who was distressed. She had been robbed and you came to her aid.
You got her to a police station and after particulars were taken, drove her to the airport to catch her scheduled flight. You even sat with her in the departure area to calm her until she went through the gates to her plane. That young woman is my daughter, Maryam. She was at the banquet table, but I don't think you noticed her. Her appearance was somewhat different to what you would have seen in your country.
Joel: I do remember that unfortunate incident. I saw her distress and felt moved to help.
Sheikh Ahmed smiles: Here she is now.
Joel stands as Maryan enters the room. She offers a polite handshake and sits down. Her lustrous eyes are enchanting.
Sheikh Ahmed: Maryam was deeply moved by your kindness and the time you gave her to settle her after the ordeal. He pauses and continues: We took the liberty of learning something about you and it was favourable. Maryam is single and wishes for a kind man to share her life with. 

In our country, we are of the Muslim faith and her future husband must be of that faith. If you would consider learning about our religion and embracing it, then we would happily welcome you into our family.

Joel is stunned. He had no idea that an act of kindness would lead to this. He looks at Maryam, her head is bowed slightly, nervousness etched on her face. He feels attracted to her.
Joel: I appreciate your hospitality and your making me feel welcome. However, I know that it would be too much for me to transition to the Islamic faith. I belong elsewhere and I suspect Maryam belongs here. If she would consider moving, then I would consider her to be a potential wife, with the necessary courtship to confirm compatability.
Sheikh Ahmed nods but looks disappointed.
Maryam looks up: You are correct, This is my place. Thank you for the kindness you showed me. I am disappointed, but appreciate your frankness.

Joel stays a few more days, being shown around by Omar and Maryam. Maryam's demeanour is now relaxed and friendly, no longer burdened with uncertainty. Joel says good bye to Sheikh Ahmed and is then taken by limousine to the airport, where the small, private plane awaits. He shakes hands with Omar and turns to Maryam.
Joel: It was so nice to meet you and get to know you better. I wish you well.

 

They shake hands and Joel enters the plane. The same hostess greets him and shows him his seat.

Hostess: Tonic Mr. Tanner?
Joel: But of course. 

She soon returns with his drink. He smiles as the plane lifts off. What an adventure, albeit of short duration. Maryam is delightful but it was not to be. He smiles at the pretty hostess and then looks out the window. He will soon be home.