Empty Nesters

Rose and David Heath are a middle aged couple who have struggled with their marriage once the children left home. It's called 'the empty nest' syndrome'. They had become virtual strangers and started getting on each other's nerves. Rose initiated a separation and moved into an apartment. Now it's time to consider their next move. The couple meet at the family home where David still resides.

They sit in the living room, a heavy dose of awkwardness permeates the atmosphere.
David: How are you settling into the apartment?
Rose: Fine. It's peaceful at least.
David: I noticed the rent for the apartment is now coming out of our joint account.
Rose: The sooner we sell this place, I can find something of my own.
David: Right. I must get on to that.
Rose: You've not done anything about it yet?
David: No. He pauses. It's not easy to sell our family home, the one we raised our family in. All the memories, the trials, the ups and downs are all tied up here. But I will get on to it.

Rose looks away and out of a nearby window, staring into the distance as she recalls happier times.

David: What happened Rose? Between us.
Rose: You were often away on business while I was busy raising the kids. We started growing apart and the closeness between us suffered. Let's face it, we stuck together for the sake of the kids. Well, I know that's what I did. I started to feel I was married to a man I no longer enjoyed being with.
David: Ouch. I didn't even realise that was how you felt, I was so tied up with work. When we first got married, we went out for restaurant meals, shared our emotional feelings and confided in each other. Then the kids came and all of that stopped. It shouldn't have, but my work and your caring for the family seemed to take all our energy. With time, we changed but we didn't adapt with the change. We must have become a marriage of two people becoming less familiar with each other.
Rose: Well, you've always been an optimist, David. Even now, you're trying to rationalise our failures.
David: It's not rationalising. It's reflecting. I've had a lot of time to think since you left. This house is an important part of who we were. I don't want to sell it just to be free of you; I want to understand why we stopped loving each other before we officially call it quits.

Rose shifts uncomfortably in her seat, affected by David's insights.
Rose cynically: Do you really think we can undo years of us neglecting our marriage?
David: I don't know. I miss you, Rose. Not the version of you that lives in that apartment, but the version of you that used to happy and was carefree.
Rose's eyes well up, and she quickly blinks the tears away, turning her head further toward the window.
Rose: You always did know exactly what to say to make me feel guilty for leaving. It’s not that simple. We can’t just go back to being we were because we're not that young couple anymore.
David: I'm not asking to go back. We can't. Maybe we don't need to sell the house yet. Maybe we just... try to inhabit it together for a while, without the pressure of being parents. Just two people who want to reinvent their relationship.

Rose finally looks back at him, a small, sad smile playing on her lips.
Rose: You're impossible. Fine. I won't push the sale of the house this week. But that doesn't mean I'm moving back in. I need my own space, for now at least. The personal freedom, finding myself again after decades of running a home and family.
David: I get it and you don't need to feel pressured. How about I make a drink and then we both retreat to regroup and consider what we have discussed?
Rose: Thanks for the offer, but I'll head off.
David is hopeful: Can we meet up soon to discuss how we need to move forward.
Rose with a positive tone: A good idea. My place next week, same time?
David: Sure.

Rose departs, more upset inside than she showed outwardly, memories of happier times flooding back. David watches her car disappear down the road. He walks back into the lounge and slumps in a chair, tears running down his face. He had looked forward to a happy retirement with Rose, but with retirement approaching, his vision of the future is now blurred.

A friend, Jeremy, catches up with David and they share a drink at a bar. David talks about how he wants to remain a couple and work things out but he explains that Rose is less enthusiastic. Jeremy looks down awkwardly.
David: What's up Jeremy?
Jeremy: I don't know what to say, Dave.
David looks quizically at Jeremy: About what?
Jeremy: I just came here to support you, but I guess you will find out sooner or later. I was out with my wife Melisa at a restaurant and we saw Rose with a man. We didn't recognise him but ...how do I put this? The body language between them was telling.
David slumps back: Oh no.
Jeremy: Apparently it's not uncommon in the situation you're both in. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. 
David: No, I appreciate hearing it from you rather than other sources.

David returns home with a mixture of anger and guilt. Angry at Rose but feeling guilty that he allowed this sad state of affairs to get to this point. He wonders how to broach the subject at their next meeting together. 

The time arrives and David nervously goes around to Rose's apartment. They sit in her lounge.
Rose: So, any thoughts you want to share?
David looks down but says nothing.
Rose: Something the matter?
David looks up: Are you seeing someone?
Rose's eyes widen in surprise: What business is that of yours?
David with his palms raised: Apart from us still being married, nothing at all.

Rose feels blindsided by this opening gambit.
Rose composes herself: We need to be open and frank, so yes, I have been.
David: Why, why so soon?
Rose needs to justify her behaviour: The freedom I felt when I moved out, the idea of some romantic excitement, a feeling of being wanted....then someone shows interest in me.
David remains calm: I get that. I've felt the same way but resisted the urge to act out my feelings. Despite that understanding, it still hurts, like a dagger to the heart.
Rose: I've stopped seeing him. It didn't last long as it didn't work out. Once past the flush of excitement, I realised he wasn't my type. I feel stupid now.
David: So where does that put our trying to achieve a reconciliation?
Rose: I don't know. You have every right to walk out and ring a real estate agent. 
David: I need time to think.
He gets up and leaves, barely acknowledging Rose as he departs. Not in anger, but with a confusion of thoughts.

Later the adult children, Matt, Cynthia and Jane call a family conference. They all converge on the family home.
Cynthia: Our family was a safe haven, an anchor. We may have all left home, but we still need that security of family unity.
Jane: When there was conflict between us as children, you made sure we sorted it out. You insisted we made up and that we got along afterward. Why can't you do that now?
Matt stands by the fire place, saying nothing but feeling the sadness. Rose sees the sadness in her children, and it cuts deep. 
David: You are right and we will do our best to sort things out.

The children depart, and just the parents are left.
Jane: What are we to do? I can't bear to see our children so upset with our separation.
David: I've been thinking about it. There are some things we could try.
Rose: Like what?
David: Our focus was in raising our children, but that is over. It now means we need to recreate our roles. Not as parents but as two people sharing our lives together. We need to find things we can do as a couple. We have good memories with our children. We need to find ways to create new memories. Our marriage need not be over if we view the next stage of our life as a new chapter, to be looked forward to.
Rose: Wow, you have put some thought into it. I'm willing to try and get this right.
David: Nothing will be an easy fix. It will take time and effort to change our perspective on what our new roles should be.
Rose: And we mustn't forget to value the power of kind deeds and words.
David: Agreed. Shall we start again? I'd be happy for you to move back home.

Rose puts up her hand in a definite but in a non aggressive way. 
Rose: I want to keep the apartment for now and see how we handle things. I think some distance will be helpful as we implement some of the ideas you raised. I don't want to move back too soon if it doesn't work as we hope. 
David: You are right. We have to accept that there is no easy fix, just good communication, hard work and forgiveness for when we fail.

The couple set off on their new journey. Will they succeed? They will determine that. One thing is for certain, it's better to try save a marriage than give up without much of a fight.

Protest for Change?

Angelo lives at home with his Mother Isabella and sister Carmila. The country is suffering from inflation and the comon people are feeling it. Carlos and Maria are work colleagues of Angelo. They come to see him at his work station, unhappy with the present government.

Carlos: Hey, Angelo. We are going to go to an anti government protest march tomorrow after work.

Angelo: Why, what are you unhappy about?
Carlos and Maria look at each other in disbelief.
Maria: What are you unhappy about? Are you serious, Angelo? We are talking about the spiraling price increases on basic food items! How can you just sit there at your desk and act like everything is normal while the cost of living is skyrocketing? She crosses her arms, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and genuine concern for her colleague.
Angelo: I am affected too. He pauses. I don't think protest marches will make any difference. There is more chance of you being hurt or getting arrested.
Carlos: That is exactly what they want us to think! Fear is the biggest tool of the current administration. If everyone thinks like you, nothing ever changes. He leans in closer, lowering his voice so the supervisor across the room doesn't overhear. We aren't talking about a riot, Angelo. We are talking about a peaceful assembly of thousands of citizens demanding transparency and action.
Maria: Please, just come with us. Her tone softer, shifting from a political activist to a supportive friend, hoping the personal appeal will work where the political one failed.
Angelo: I'm sure most of the protestors there are genuine, and desire a peaceful march. It just takes a few who are agitators to stir up the crowd or start throwing things at police and the whole mood of the protest can change quickly. Next, there are running street battles, cars set on fire, shops looted. Not for me, thanks.

Carlos sighs, looking disappointed.

Carlos: You're describing the worst case scenario as if it's a guarantee. But staying silent is just another way of agreeing with the people in power. 

He glances at Maria, wondering if she has a better angle to convince him. Maria reaches out and lightly pats Angelo's shoulder, a small, encouraging smile on her face. She tries to make the event sound less intimidating.

Maria: We aren't asking you to lead the revolution, Angelo. Just walk with us. Have some signs, shout a few slogans, and then we can go grab dinner afterward. It's more of a community event than a political war. 

Angelo has warm feelings for Maria and her soft sell approach has him in a quandary.
Angelo: I'll think about it tonight and let you know in the morning. If I do go, any sign of violence and I will leave.
Maria senses she is persuading him, her face lights up with a triumphant grin, and she gives his shoulder another quick squeeze.
Maria: Deal! We'll take that as a yes. Now, let's get some work done before the boss realizes we've been standing here debating politics for ten minutes.

Angelo goes home and is sitting at the dinner table with his mum and sister, Isabella and Camila.
Isabella: Is everything alright with you Angelo?
Angelo looks down: It's fine.
Isabella puts her hand on Angelo's arm: You don't fool your mother. What's up?
Angelo sighs: You know inflation is biting hard. Some people at my work want me to go on a peaceful march to let the government know we aren't happy.
Carmila: Peaceful? They nearly always end with clashes with police and tear gas.
Angelo: Thanks for your insightful opinion, sis. You don't know how much pressure they put on me.
Carmila: Like Maria fluttering her eyelashes at you?
Isabella: Enough you two! Bickering will get us nowhere. She turns to Angelo. Carmila is right about the street violence that always seems part of protest marches. I don't want you to go. Tell that Maria you will not be pressured.

Angelo looks away, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with his mother. Big sister Carmila sees his discomfort.
Carmila: You haven't said yes, have you Angelo?
Angelo: No-o. Well maybe I said I'd think about it.
Carmila: Maria does have you on a string.
Isabella: Enough I said Carmila. She turns to Angelo. You're not going, and that's final. Tell that to Maria and anyone else at work who is pressuring you.
Angelo: I understand. I'll be definite about it.
Isabella gets up from her dining room chair and hugs him.

The next day, Angelo is at his desk when Maria comes over, smiling warmly.
Maria: Good morning, Angelo! I've been thinking about yesterday. I made a small, non aggressive sign for you, just to show we are there for peaceful reasons. She holds up a small piece of cardboard that says "Fair Prices for All," written in neat, colorful markers. See? It's not aggressive, just a request. Are you coming with us after work? She looks at him with a hopeful expression, her eyes sparkling with friendliness.
Angelo: That's really sweet of you Maria, but I've decided I won't be attending.
Maria's countenance changes: You're serious?
Angelo: Yes, I spoke to my family and they said it was a very bad idea. Please don't go, Maria. I don't want to see you hurt or in trouble.

Maria lets out a small, disappointed sigh, her shoulders drooping slightly.

Maria: I appreciate the concern, Angelo. Truly. But some things are worth the risk. We can't just wait for things to get better on their own. She looks at the sign in her hand and then back at him, a flicker of sadness in her gaze.
Angelo apologetically: Anyway, I had better get back to work.

Maria gives him a gentle, knowing look, sensing that he is torn between his family's wishes and his desire to fit in.

Maria: The invitation is always open. Even if you just come to watch from a safe distance, we'd love to have you. She turns to leave, but pauses, glancing back over her shoulder. Just think about it one more time. For me?
Angelo smiles weakly at Maria but says nothing.

Maria goes to Carlos: Angelo won't be with us tonight. His family said no.
Carlos: Typical. He's too scared to stand up and be counted. He'll regret it if this government does nothing about our plight.
Maria: He cares. She looks toward Angelo's desk, her heart aching slightly at the thought of his fear overriding his desire to be part of something larger.
Carlos: Caring is good, Maria. But action is better. Let's go finish our reports so we can get to the protest on time.

The day is over. They head off to the protest while Angelo heads home. He exchanges glances with Carlos and Maria as they go their separate ways. Angelo understands people's frustration but realises protests rarely, if ever, produce change. There are also some who join a protest with bad motives. They can turn things ugly.

Angelo has dinner with his family, quiet but not unhappy.
Isabella: I'm proud of you son.
Angelo: I know I did the right thing.
Carmila: You need to watch that Maria.
Angelo: She's okay. It's Carlos who influences her.

Angelo goes back to work the next day. He looks around for Carlos and Maria, but they haven't come in. He goes to his work station and gets on with his day. He gets a text from Maria.
Maria: Just to let you know, Carlos was arrested and is currently detained. I'm at home, suffering the mild effects of tear gas. Might be back to work tomorrow.
Angelo: I'll come to see you after work.

He goes around to her home and her mother lets Angelo in. Maria is sitting in the lounge. Her eyes are bloodshot. He joins her and they talk.

Angelo: What happened?

Maria: It started peacefully but a small group of protestors started picking up objects and throwing them at riot police. It escalated quickly and the police charged us. Carlos was grabbed and dragged away to a waiting van. I just ran, but some tear gas got into my eyes. My getting away quickly saved me. I probably could have made it to work, but I was so upset for Carlos and the chaos that unfolded. You did the right thing, Angelo.
Angelo: I was nearly talked into it, Maria. My family brought me to my senses.
Maria: My mother says God's Kingdom is the only true solution, but I don't have her faith. 
Angelo: I hope your mother is right. However, the world stumbles from one self induced disaster to another. Power, greed and selfishness are destructive forces. The common people can't do anything about those negative vices that affect those at the top. I'm glad you're safe, Maria.
Maria looks down: You're a caring person, Angelo.
Angelo: I do care. My lack of action against authority doesn't mean I'm indifferent to injustice.
Maria's mother, Corazón, brings in some refreshments. She smiles at Angelo and then at Maria. Corazón: You should have listened to Angelo.
Maria and Angelo exchange shy glances. Angelo feels Maria's growing attraction toward him. Maybe, just maybe...

X Marks the Spot

Mandy Parks and boyfriend Herb Walker are checking over Mandy's recently deceased grandfather's effects in the attic. His name was Will. There are old books, ornaments, a key ring with several keys and photo albums. 

Then Herb comes across a sheet of paper, rolled up. He unravels it and it's a map, nicely preserved. They take it down to the ladder to Will's kitchen table to have a better look. Mandy spreads it out and they both lean forward to get a better view of the details.

Mandy: The map is of the Silver Creek Bike Park. Granddad used to go there often.
Herb: There is a hand written trail leading off the track, marked in red and leading to that cross.
Mandy: It's like a treasure map.
Herb: Would your granddad Will bury something of value out in the wilds?
Mandy: He was a man of many secrets.
Herb straightens up: He's left one here, to be found later maybe. Was this map for his benefit or for the likes of us to find it?
Mandy: I don't know. I'm sure if he didn't do it for himself, he'd want us to find it.
Herb: Well, it's a beautiful day out. Let's go see what's at the end of that red line.
Mandy excitedly: Let's do it! Let's go find what that big cross signifies.
Herb: We came over on our bikes and planned to cycle somewhere together later. It might as well be this track.
Mandy: I noticed Granddad Will had a folding camp shovel in the basement. I'll grab that so we can dig.

They head along to the start point marked on the map. Then taking the most direct route, they follow Blue Creek and turn left, heading up to where the red trail starts. At the assumed junction of the turnoff, refreshments are taken and a well earned breather.
Herb: Obviously, there isn't a sign to say we are at the correct place, but the sharp bend in the track would indicate we are at the turn off point.
Mandy: I am sure we are at the right spot, as you say.

They leave the main bike track and follow a narrow walking track. It's steep and Mandy struggles to stay upright. She gets off the bike.
Mandy: I think I need to push the bike from here.
Herb stops and looks back: Yes, it's tough. We'll push the bikes up and ride them back down.

They continue up as they force their through the vegetation that overhangs the overgrown path. On reaching a small patch of grass in a clearing, Mandy lays her bike down and sits on a large, flat boulder.
Mandy: How are we supposed to know where the X is in the real world?
Herb sits next to Mandy: It could be a wild goose chase. That said, this is the only clearing we've come across and the position on the map seems about right.
Mandy: It would be logical to have it at a place like this.

Enjoying another drink, Mandy leans back and she falls off the rock. They both burst out laughing as Mandy lies prostrate behind the boulder. Mandy suddenly notices something.
Mandy: Look at this Herb. There is a small red arrow painted on the back of the rock and the number 50.
Herb takes a close look: I think you have found the vital key, Mandy. The only issue is what does 50 stand for?
Mandy ponders: Fifty paces?
Herb: Let's try it. Was your granddad's stride similar to mine?
Mandy: Probably..yes, he was your height.

Off they set, pacing into the forest and pushing past undergrowth. At 50 paces, they stop, look around but nothing stands out. Scouring the tree trunks in the vicinity, Herb eventually spots a faint red arrow painted near the base of a tree trunk and pointing downward.

Herb: Here's the spot! He grabs the folding shovel, extends it and starts digging. He soon hears a clunk of metal on metal. He then carefully digs until a metal box is exposed. Herb lifts it out but it is locked.

Mandy: How did he lock it?
Herb swivels around: With a solid padlock. I suggest we take it back with us and hopefully one of the keys we found back in the attic will open it.

Going back to their bikes, Herb puts the metal box in his backpack and they head downhill. Progress this time is much faster. Leaving the track and the the country roads, then speeding through the suburban streets, Granddad Will's house is soon upon them. They return to the attic and find the keys. Herb tries one or two before one of them releases the padlock's hold on the latch.
Mandy: Let's see what is inside!
Herb: You do the honours, Mandy.

She lifts out a letter and a small case. She reads the letter.
Mandy: To whom it may concern. I buried this metal box in the forest in the hope that someone would take the trouble to go through my possessions and find the map. The box, however, contains some stones, that's all. I hope you enjoyed the ride out there and the excitement of finding the box. Exercise is so good for you. 
Herb looks away: What a joker your Granddad Will was!
Mandy in disbelief: Some worthless stones as ballast.  

Herb then grins: Oh well, let's make a drink in the kitchen.

They leave the box and contents in the attic and go down to the kitchen. There they sit, sipping their drinks.

Herb: Were you close to your granddad?

Mandy: Yes, I'd come and see him once a week.

Herb: You never brought me.

Mandy: He was a bit of a loner. I was planning to but then....too late.
Herb: So what did Will do in his spare time as a hobby?
Mandy: He used to hunt for and collect gem stones. He knew where to look and what to look for. He only went where the finder could legally keep the stones. Then he'd sell them to people who would turn them into beautiful jewellery. He used to say that some of the most valuable gems look like ordinary stones to the untrained eye. Mandy looks at Herb, her eyes widening.
Herb looks back: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

A Faint Heart Never Won a Fair Maiden

The Best family moved into their suburban house with two small boys. The family stayed there ever since. Mr. Best died a few years ago, leaving his wife Clara, a widow. The older son, now a young man, moved away about a year ago, leaving the younger son, Herbie, with his mum, Clara. Herbie is now about twenty. 

Next door has been the Li family for all of that time. Herbie has grown up with Alice Li and they view each other as brother and sister. She is a year younger. Herbie starts to see Alice as more than just a friend, but wonders how he can broach the subject.

It's a sunny Saturday morning. Alice is doing some weeding in their front garden. Herbie looks out the window and admires how diligent and industrious she is. Of course, her prettiness is the icing on the cake. He decides to check the mailbox, knowing there isn't any as he saw the mailman pass by half an hour earlier and didn't stop to deliver anything.

Herbie: Oh, Hi Alice. How are you? He walks across to where she is working.

Alice looks up with a bright, dusty smile, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her forehead with a soil-covered gardening glove: Oh! Hello Herbie. I'm doing great, just trying to win the battle against these stubborn dandelions before they take over the whole yard.
Herbie: It's nice that you help your parents with the gardening. Many young ones today would be lying on the best, endlessly checking social media.
Alice: Well, I actually like gardening. It's peaceful, and I like seeing the flowers bloom.
Herbie smiling warmly: Well, it says a lot about you to put such things ahead of getting 'likes' from strangers.
Alice feels self conscious: You're making me sound far more noble than I actually am. Now, what brings you out here? 
Herbie: Just checked the mail. He hesitates. Fancy going out for drink later?
Alice nonchalantly: Oh, that's so nice of you to ask, but I have something else on.
Herbie: Really? Mind me asking what you are doing?
Alice: A young man at the job I recently got has asked me out for lunch. Tim's his name.
Herbie's heart sinks: That will be nice.
Alice notices his negative tone: Is everything okay, Herbie? You are happy for me? I know that as my de facto brother, you are very protective, but Tim seems very nice. When he drops me back home this afternoon, I'll bring him over to meet you. I just know you two will get along.
Herbie: I'm not sure what I'll be doing. I was planning on a bike ride, so maybe...maybe another time.
Alice expresses disappointed: Oh, what a shame. I really wanted you to meet him but enjoy your ride.
Herbie: I will. He watches her go back to her weeding, feeling deflated. He realizes that if he doesn't act soon, he might lose his place in her life. Have a good lunch, Alice.

Alice: Thanks, Herbie. I will.

Herbie goes inside and sits at the dining table, looking dejected. His mother, Clara, notices.
Clara: I saw you and Alice chatting outside. Everything okay?
Herbie: Yeah.
Clara: You don't look okay.
Herbie draws a deep breath: Alice now has a boyfriend. A guy she met at her new job. Tim's his name.
Herbie looks down and Clara walks over and sits next to him.
Clara: I told you to let her know how you felt.
Herbie with a frustrated tone: It's hard to go from childhood friends to expressing romantic feelings. I was scared she could only see me as a friend. She didn't give me any indication she saw me as anything else.
Clara: Maybe she was scared that you would see her the same way, as just a friend. She puts her hands reassuringly on his hand and his shoulder. Sometimes you have to take the chance and risk rejection. A faint heart never won a fair maiden.
Herbie: Do you think I should tell her how I feel?
Clara: Now that she has this Tim asking her out, the timing may not be good. Why not wait and see if it goes anywhere and if it cools, then express how you feel?
Herbie: And if it blossoms into a full romance, then I missed my chance.
Clara: Then it's a lesson learned. Now I'll get lunch on. Then afterwards, do something to get your mind off Alice.

He goes for a spirited bike ride to work off his frustration but he can't stop the negative thoughts from racing in his head as he cycles through the neighborhood and along a forest track. He says little at dinner and then heads to his bedroom. Lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, he reenacts how he could tell Alice how he feels. He then gets ready for bed, a tear or two is shed before he disappears into sleep.

Sunday arrives and Alice comes over to the house. Herbie's mum Clara is in the kitchen, but Herbie is still in bed, not sleeping but sadly reflecting.

Alice: Hello Mrs. Best. Is Herbie about?

Clara: Hello Alice. He's still in bed.
Alice: Oh, I just wanted to bring some cupcakes that I made yesterday. I thought you both might like them.
Clara: We'll love them. Thank you. I'll let him know you're here. Clara goes to Herbie's bedroom. Alice is here Herbie, and she brought cupcakes. So up you get.
Herbie getting up: Okay, okay.

Herbie goes to wash his face and then dresses himself in casual clothes. He is nervous about seeing Alice after hearing about Tim. He enters the lounge and sees Alice chatting in the kitchen with his mum and they stop as he enters the room. Alice comes over to him and Clara stays in the kitchen. 
Herbie: Hi Alice.
Alice gives him a bright smile: Hi Herbie. Good morning. I hope you slept well.
Herbie: Yes, I did. Thank you for the cupcakes.
Alice: You're welcome. Alice looks at Herbie with curiosity. You look tired.You did sleep well?
Herbie: Yeah, everything's fine. Just had a lot on my mind lately.
Alice: Do you want to talk about it?
Herbie: Maybe later. What about you? How was your date with Tim?
Alice casually replies: Oh, it was nice. He's a very sweet guy. But... she pauses and looks at him ...he's not quite like you, Herbie.
Herbie feels a spark of hope: What do you mean by that?
Alice acts coyly: You'll have to figure that out for yourself. Anyway, I thought we could go for a walk in the park. The flowers are in full bloom and it's a beautiful day. Would you like to come?
Herbie smiles: I'd love to. Let me just grab my shoes.

They leave the house and walk towards the park, their conversation flowing naturally, though there's an underlying tension of unspoken words. As they walk, Herbie notices how Alice's hand occasionally brushes against his. Each time it happens, he feels a jolt of electricity. He wonders if she's doing it on purpose or if it's just a coincidence. He wants to reach out and hold her hand, but he's not sure if it's too soon.
Alice looks around at the blooming flowers: Isn't it wonderful, Herbie? Everything is so vibrant and full of life.
Herbie is looking at her instead of the flowers: Yeah, it really is.
Alice tilts her head slightly: Why are you looking at me like that?
Herbie with a soft smile: Because you're the most beautiful thing in the park.
Alice smiles: Oh, Herbie... you're so sweet.

They continue walking, the silence between them now filled with a new, exciting energy. Herbie feels like he's finally making progress. He just hopes that he doesn't mess it up.
Herbie stops walking: Look, I know this Tim guy is now in your life and I've left things too late, but...he hesitates.
Alice looks expectantly: But what, Herbie?
Herbie takes a deep breath: I've come to see you as more than just a friend. I've wanted to tell you, but I was scared.
Alice frowns: Scared of what?
Herbie: Scared that you didn't feel the same way. That I was just the 'brother' figure in your life.
Alice steps closer to him, her voice a gentle whisper: And what makes you think I only saw you that way?
Herbie is stunned: What do you mean?
Alice looks into his eyes: I've been waiting for you to say something, Herbie. I sensed your feelings but I wondered at times, was I seeing something that wasn't there?
Herbie feels a wave of relief: Really? You've felt the same way?
Alice nods: Yes. I just didn't want to push you if you weren't ready.
Herbie smiles broadly: Well, I'm ready now.
Alice giggles: I'm glad you finally stopped being a coward.
Herbie laughs: Hey! I'm not a coward!
Alice: Sure you aren't. Now, what are you going to do about it?

Herbie: For starters... he reaches out and gently takes her hand in his ...I'm never letting go of your hand again.
Alice squeezes his hand back: Good. Because I don't want you to.

They stop and stand there for a moment, enveloped in the warmth of the sun and the joy of their mutual feelings. The world seems brighter, more colourful.
Alice: So, what happens now?
Herbie: How are you going to tell Tim that he's not on your radar romantically?
Alice laughs: I think we both decided there was nothing there, even though neither of us said so. We haven't even arranged for another date.
Herbie mops his brow theatrically: That's a relief.
Alice leans her head on his shoulder: I talked to your mum briefly this morning while you were getting up. I said I liked you and did you feel the same? She assured me you did so that gave me the confidence to ask you to come for a walk with me.
Herbie: Maybe we both were struggling with the transition from childhood friends to something more serious.
Alice: I guess so. But we've jumped that hurdle now.
Herbie: True. From now on, no more awkwardness or uncertainty. We can see where it leads us and hopefully to a happy place.
Alice: I agree. I can't wait to find out.

They continue their walk through the park, smiling and laughing, their fingers intertwined. They talk about their future, their hopes and dreams, and the memories of their shared childhood. For the first time in a long while, Herbie feels completely at peace. He knows that no matter what happens, he has Alice by his side. And that's all that matters.

Hell Hath no Fury...

Annabelle Rice and Stephen Roby are police officers out to apprehend a drug dealer, Ronald Hooper. He had fled overseas to a safe haven, as there is no extradition treaty between the countries. Annabelle arrives first on a tourist visa and Stephen a week later on the same basis, to avoid suspicion. 

Annabelle spends her week on a beach near where Ron Hooper is now dwelling. He has a nice beach house and is living a comfortable life. When Stephen arrives, he happens to stay at the same hotel as Annabelle, but they don't eat together to avoid suspicion.

They both go for a walk separately and meet on a beach to quietly discuss what Annabelle has observed. 
Annabelle: Ron lives a quiet life, not appearing to make friends with the locals beyond pleasantries. His wife, Cynthia, has made a few friends, but they are both very guarded. 
Stephen: If Ron is that cautious, then luring him to a place where we can arrest him will be difficult. Back home, he was known for having a soft spot for pretty women and that's why you're here, Annabelle. A slight smile crosses Stephen's face.
Annabelle replies guardedly: I'm fully aware of that, but his wife Cynthia knows her husband well enough to keep an eye on him in case he is inclined to stray. She goes off to play bridge each Wednesday afternoon. I've already walked past his place along the beach and he has noticed me. I made sure of that. 
Stephen: So you think next Wednesday we should make our move?
Annabelle: Provided I can engage with him positively. If he agrees to walk with me, we can get him to the next bay and go from there. 

They cautiously peruse the area to see that no one is noticing them. There is one man that catches Stephen's eye but he then dismisses it as his being too cautious.

Stephen: I don't think you will have any problem persuading him to walk with you.
Annabelle: I hope you're right. There are so many things that have to come together to make this happen. If we botch it, then he will have missed our chance. He won't get fooled twice. 

Next Wednesday comes and Stephen hires an inflatable boat. He goes around to the adjacent cove and parks the boat on a tiny sandy spot behind some rocks and away from the main beach to avoid suspicion. A larger vessel is offshore, ready to receive them. 

Annabelle waits until she sees Cynthia head off in her car to her bridge game. She waits until Ron walks onto the deck outside his home and she makes her move.
Annabelle: Good morning. A nice spot you have here.
Ron looks up cautiously: Yes, it is. Can I help you?
Annabelle: I'm looking for a cove that is around here somewhere.
Ron relaxes slightly: It's that way, just fifteen minutes walk from here.
Annabelle smiles coyly: I don't suppose you fancy a walk and show me?

Ron hesitates and looks at Annabelle. He decides she is a harmless tourist, and as Cynthia is out, why not? Her prettiness then seals it.
Ron: I guess I can do that.
Annabelle: Then on the way back, perhaps you might offer me a drink? She looks innocently hopeful.
Ron: You are pushing your luck, lady. I'm Ron, by the way. 
Annabelle smiles: Anna. I'm on holiday and feel free and a bit daring.
Ron smiles back: We'd better get walking then. 

Annabelle plays the part well and Ron is enamoured. Her tracking device lets Stephen know they are approaching the quiet and secluded bay. He waits behind some undergrowth until they appear. As they walk past, Stephen comes out of his hiding and approaches from behind. Ron is grabbed and his hands are tied behind his back. They escort Ron down to the boat while he insists he can reward them handsomely if they let him go.

Ignoring his bribery attempts, he is bundled onto the inflatable boat and driven out until they finally reach the much larger vessel off shore awaiting their arrival. They all get aboard and dump the inflatable. They then head across the water to their own country, the drug baron to face justice. 

Annabelle and Ron high five and sit back as they head home. The operation went without a hitch. But how did they get through the whole thing without even raising any suspicion? That must have been the case.  

Meanwhile, Cynthia arrives home to find her husband not there. He is always there. She smiles. She too, saw Annabelle on the beach at the very beginning and was suspicious. She took a discreet photo and took it to the local police commander, whom she had usefully got to know. 

He informed her that they knew Annabelle was a visiting police officer and had been keeping an eye on her discreetly. While suspicious, there was no real evidence of her being there on police business. Stephen's later arrival was more suspicious, so they increased surveillance. 

Cynthia gave the police commissioner a little something in a brown envelope so he would lose interest in these two 'off duty' police officers. The operation was called off, as was the man Stephen momentarily suspected was watching both Annabelle and himself. 

Cynthia finding that her husband, Ron, gone was what she hoped for. He had cheated on her many times before and she didn't trust him, her doubts now confirmed. Her future was secure and her husband was getting what he deserved. His cheating inclination was his undoing, going off with Annabelle, she reasoned. The scorned Cynthia saw her chance and got her payback. 

Note from the Writer

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Windfall Fallout

Wright-Bernstein has been bought out and the company is undergoing a massive restructuring. Many of the executives are being made redundant as their work will now be handled by the new owners headquarters. 

What they didn't realise is that three executives had small print clauses that triggered very generous parachute payments. The three come out of the situation in good health financially. They walk out of the company and immediately decide to celebrate. 

Ruth: I can retire if I want to, not that I will. It's just nice to clear my mortgage, update the car and have a nice holiday.
Candace: I'm doing exactly what you're doing. I never knew being made redundant could feel so good.
Abel: I will start looking for a house. My fiancé is not happy that we cannot afford a decent place. She has expensive tastes, so I can now meet her expectations. 

They go their separate ways home, looking forward to reaping the benefits of their windfall. How does each one fare?

***

Ruth goes home and rings her parents to tell them the news. She says tell no one but as they say, loose lips sink ships. Her sister, Megan, gets to hear of it and visits. 

Megan: So sis, I hear you have done well for yourself?
Ruth: Er...yes, exciting, isn't it? I can clear my mortgage and treat myself to a few things.
Megan: Alright for some.
Ruth: Aren't you happy for me?
Megan: You are now in clover, while some of us have to toil to get nowhere.
Ruth: You sound jealous.
Megan sarcastically: You don't say? Is any of this windfall going to filter down to the bottom feeders in your family?
Ruth: What do you want?
Megan: A bit of fairness.

Ruth: Fairness? I was made redundant and got a golden handshake for years of hard work.
Megan: Just because you're lucky doesn't mean you should hoard it.
Ruth: I'm not hoarding it either, I'm planning for my future.
Megan: Your future. Not our future? Not the family?
Ruth: We are adults, Megan. You have your own life.
Megan: My own life involves a leaky roof and a car that sounds like a tractor.
Ruth: Oh, for heaven's sake. The money will only stretch so far. I'm being practical. 
Megan: Practical? That's just another word for stingy when it comes to your own flesh and blood.
Ruth: You've always done this. Every time I achieve something, you find a way to make it about your struggle.
Megan: Maybe that's because my struggles are actual, tangible problems, while you've always had things go your way. 
Ruth: I've worked hard for what I have. Nothing has been handed to me.
Megan: I'm sure you'll sleep very soundly knowing your sister is still struggling.
Ruth: Stop it. Just stop.
Megan: Fine. Enjoy your riches. Just don't come knocking when you realize money doesn't buy friends.

Ruth realises her good fortune has strained her relationship with Megan. She wonders who else will be knocking on her door, wanting a slice of her good fortune. 

***

Candace decides to move to a swanky apartment in the centre of town, buys an expensive car and has an overseas trip. She still has some money over, so she feels in no hurry to find another job. 

What she didn't factor in was that the maintenance and operational fees for the apartment are significantly higher than she realised. The money is dwindling, so she needs to get back into the workforce faster than she anticipated. She goes for job interviews, her work record hopefully enabling her to get another well paid job. After several knockbacks, she arrives at another corporation.

Candace: This is my CV, covering my work experience. 
Interviewer looks over it: You are certainly experienced, but the position you would be qualified for isn't available. What we can offer you is another position that is below what you're seeking. It gets you a foot in the door, and when a promotional position is available, you will be considered along with other candidates. This would be your remuneration. 
He slides a piece of paper over to Candace. She picks it up and looks at it. The number is enough to service her expenses, but nothing much left to enjoy some nice things. 

Candace: That is less than I was hoping for. Is there nothing that you can offer that is more in keeping with my work experience and what I can offer your company?
Interviewer: That's the best I can do. I'm actually going out of my way to get you into our firm. We technically don't have an opening, but I'm creating one as I see your potential. There is no other offer on the table.
Candace senses she risks getting nothing and after all the other knockbacks, cannot be too choosy.
Candace: I appreciate your willingness to accommodate me. I'm more than happy to accept your offer.

Candace then decides to sell her apartment and move down to something more affordable. The expensive car would lose too much if sold, so she is stuck with it. She rues her impulsive spending without fully investigating whether it was affordable beyond the initial purchase price.

***

Abel is so happy that his fiancé Becky will finally have the home she expects. He decides not to mention it for a while as he absorbs the implications and challenges of managing it. He is in his rented home one morning with Becky, who isn't too happy.

Becky: So when are you going to find another job, Abel? Money doesn't grow on trees. It's been a week since you were let go from your job, and you're not even stressed or concerned.
Abel smiles: It's all going to be fine. I have it in hand. 
Becky: Are you serious? How will we get anywhere with you unemployed?
Abel: I'll start job hunting soon. I just need to destress and relax for a short period.
Becky: You can't just relax when we're in this position. We need a real home, not this rental, and I can't keep imagining a future where we're barely scraping by because you're unmotivated. I don't know if can take much more of this. I want a man who can provide, not just allow us to survive.

Abel is worried he will lose Becky, so he decides to come clean and he tells her everything.
Becky: A redundancy payout? How much?
Abel: Enough to buy a house for us.
Becky: Are you kidding? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?
Abel: I was shellshocked and wanted to think about what to do with it. I think a knee jerk reaction is not the best way forward, and I was concerned you'd have it all planned out before I could think clearly.
Becky: Well, I've been stressing out and you've been keeping this from me?
Abel: I'm sorry, but now you know.
Becky: We can now actually afford a place of our own? A proper home with a garden and everything? Our home!
Abel: Yes, we can. But we can't go overboard. Until I know what my next job will pay, I don't want to over commit.
Becky: Why would we worry about a job when we have this windfall? You'll get a job. We're buying a nice home.
Abel: I think we should be more realistic. Let's look at options first.
Becky isn't listening: We are going to find our dream home. This changes everything!

Abel realises that he had better get a good paying job soon. The money will be used to upgrade everything. Back on the treadmill, Abel.

***

A sudden financial windfall can be a great help but needs managing. A cooling off period of up to a year before making major decisions is advised. Put the money in a low risk bank account or term deposit while planning what to do. Limit who you tell about the money to reduce negative reactions. Seek independent financial advice, while being aware that such advice can backfire. 

Perhaps the most important thing: Keep one's life as simple as possible and understand that money doesn't buy happiness. 

The Woes of Africa

The article isn’t about a particular country but about many. 

Rod Cooper is a foreigner who runs a local gem business in the African country of Malia. Local people in the hinterland find gemstones. They bring them to him and he gives them a fair price. He then sells them online around the world via the internet. He has a friend, Imani, the chief reporter for the Malia Herald. One day they are walking through the capital city, Zandali.

Imani: We have so much that needs to be done in our country, but there is never enough funding available.

Rod: I hear the government has secured a loan from an overseas foundation to assist in opening up farming in the inland regions of Malia. 

Imani: You are correct, my friend. It is a two pronged project. The first is to build reservoirs so that regular irrigation will allow consistent agricultural production. Then, an upgrading of the dirt tracks to quality roads so that goods can be brought to the coast without seasonal rainfall making them all but impassable.

Rod: What sort of products? 

Imani: Export products will include such commodities as coffee, cocoa beans and timber. It will also facilitate the transport of basics such as maize and soybeans.

They reach the home of Rod, who is greeted by his local wife, Amina. 

Imani: I must get home now. I will see you again.

The next day, Amani wakes and prepares a simple breakfast. As African people have strong faith, he reflects on the Lord's prayer about praying for God's Kingdom to come and then God's will being done on earth. He bows his head, making that petition. He believes with earnest desire that it will come soon. 

Imani goes to prepare an article for the Malia Herald on the need to improve education and medical care for youths. He knows money is tight for such things, but those at the top of the political tree drive expensive cars and live in very nice houses. Wealth distribution is extremely unequal. He wonders how the system will ever be different. 

Imani's phone rings and on the line is a secret informant within the government who notifies Imani of important happenings. 

Imani: Good morning Jelani. What do you have for me today?

Jelani speaks softly: The loan from an overseas foundation has disappeared.

Imani: How do you mean, disappeared? 

Jelani: It has gone from the account it was put into. It is being investigated but whoever is responsible has done a good job at covering their tracks.
Imani: So no one knows where it has gone?

Jelani: Somewhere like a Swiss bank account. 
Imani: The Swiss got rich taking illicit gains, no questions asked but they have tightened up on this sort of thing. That said, no system is one hundred percent guaranteed. Wherever the money went, it will unlikely be untraceable. 
Jelani: I have to go and you didn't hear this from me.
Imani: Of course. 

Imani wonders what to do so he arranges for an interview with Finance Minister Baraka under the pretense of him writing an article on how well the country is doing under his government. 

Imani: Thank you for allowing me some of your precious time. 

Minister Baraka: You are welcome. His smile is as wide as the mountain range to the west.
Imani: Tell us about your initiatives to improve education and health care for the young and less privileged.

The minister explains with copious words about how this is a priority for the government without actually saying anything of substance. 

Imani: How is the loan Malia received going to assist in creating the revenue needed to finance such things? I take it that is how the benefits will, in part, be used.

Minister Baraka becomes uneasy: Er..of course. Anyway, I have an important meeting to attend, so I must end our conversation.

Imani: The funds are still available for the development projects? 

Minister Baraka: What are you implying, Imani?

Imani: Just looking forward to seeing the benefits filtering down to the common people. The farms and forestry projects, for example, and the work generated in these inland communities. People won't be leaving the land and coming to the cities in search of work. 

Minister Baraka: Well, that would surely be a benefit. Have you been sniffing around, looking for a scandalous story to discredit our government? 

Imani: Not at all minister. Just informing the public of what they need to know.

Minister Baraka: Any unfair news reporting will be met with severe repercussions. 

Imani: I understand minister. I'll let you get to your meeting.

Imani leaves, unable to directly accuse the government of anything without risking his source. Few at this time would know about the money disappearing. He hoped he didn't go too far in his questioning. People can disappear permanently for less. 

Imani visits his friend Rod at his home and tells him what has happened. 

Rod: It will come out in due course and the ministers will plead ignorance. The truth is it probably happened with complicity in government circles. Luxury cars and caviar don't come cheap. Overseas bank accounts need topping up, occasionally with large deposits.

Imani: The trouble is, if I whistleblow, my informant is at risk as well as me.

Rod: And those responsible will never be found out. Your morality is commendable, but not welcome by the leaders of Malia. Fight the small battles that you can win. 

Imani: I know you are right.

Rod: Let's have some coffee and delicacies that Amina has prepared. Leave the corrupt officials to blame everyone and everything but themselves for the woes of Africa. 

A Dream Getaway

Rupert Tindall and Tina Walcott are both on a small plane flying to a remote town. Tina is to visit family and Rupert to experience an outdoor adventure.

As they fly over the forest clad terrain, the two passengers look out of their respective windows and admire the scenery. Rupert's glad the pilot decides to fly lower to help them appreciate the view.

But then Rupert notices the plane is very low over the forest. Too low.  He quickly looks at the pilot, who seems in distress. Tina is now also aware and glances forward with fear in her eyes. 

They are both strapped in, but before either can unbuckle to help the pilot, the plane starts skipping over trees and jarring the plane.

Rupert and Tina now look at each other in horror, realising they must stay fastened in and hope the impact isn't going to be a disaster. Then the noise and crashing about is overwhelming. They brace themselves for the impact. The plane then comes to a stop and there is silence.

The two passengers look across at each other, their harness safety belts holding them secure. Their chests are sore but otherwise surprisingly not hurt. The plane is on a slight pitch forward but quite well nestled in the trees. There is no noise from the pilot.
Tina: We need to check the pilot.
Rupert: Wait! Don't just jump up. We need to make sure the plane is not teetering. 

Rupert moves slightly to make sure the situation seems safe. Tina has emergency medical training so she unbuckles and carefully moves toward the front of the plane. It moves slightly as she does, so she takes more care with her steps. 

She checks his pulse but she realises there is nothing to be done.

Rupert: Is he okay?
Tina: He's gone.
Rupert: We must get out of this plane, but we are a few metres off the ground. We need to get some necessary things and find a way to the forest floor.
Tina: We can jump, but we could hurt ourselves.
Rupert: I was going to do a little rock climbing on my trip, so I have a rope long enough to get us down. I'll tie it around that branch and we can shimmy down.
Tina: That's a good idea.

The door on the side of the plane is partially open so they open it further. As they move to collect their bags, it lurches with their movements, particularly Rupert's.
Tina: Be careful.
Rupert: I will, but I'm heavier than you.

They carefully throw all their stuff out and Rupert ties the rope to the branch. He tugs the rope and then goes first with Tina following. As he was going hiking on this trip, he brought a sleeping bag, cooking utensils and dried food. Rupert also has a compass and a small pair of binoculars. Tina has just a change of clothes.
Rupert smiling: You didn't come well prepared, did you?
Tina: I'm a nurse, not an outdoorsman. I don't even have proper walking boots, as she observes Rupert taking his out and donning them. 

Rupert: Your shoes will have to do. Put a plaster on your heels to minimise chafing. We need to head north. The problem is knowing a route to take. I don't know the lay of the land.

Tina: Let's push on and take a chance. We don't know if anyone is aware of the crash at this point in time, and if they do, will they know where to look?

They walk until it starts to get darker.

Rupert: We need to find a suitable place to stop. I have a sleeping bag and a tiny tent. I also have matches and a pot so we can cook some dried food. Here looks good, next to a stream too.
Tina: That's a good spot. Let's start the fire.

They gather some fuel, set up the tent and start the fire. They both eat. Then Tina washes the utensils up while Rupert puts up the pup tent and throws the unrolled sleeping bag in. 

Tina: Where will I sleep?

Rupert: In the tent in my sleeping bag. The weather is mild, so I'll sleep outside. I'll put on a bush jacket and use a cardigan for my pillow. 

Tina: I won't say no. 

Tina slips into the tent while Rupert gets some sleep outside. He wakes up during the night and stokes the fire, staring into the flames. He reflects on their lucky escape. Then Tina comes out and sits next to the fire with him.

Tina: A penny for your thoughts.

Rupert: How lucky we were to get out of the crash relatively unscathed. My sore ribs have made sleeping on the hard ground difficult though.

Tina: I'm starting to feel the same soreness. I'm sorry for the pilot and just leaving him there.

Rupert: Moving him was too risky.

Tina: Our survival is greatly enhanced with your provisions, but we are not out of the woods yet.

Rupert: Literally and metaphorically. When we were flying, I didn't see any sign of human habitation in the area, so it may be a long trek out. Our food will last three or four days, longer if we are careful. 

Tina: Hopefully, we will be safe by then.

Rupert: So why were you making this trip?

Tina: To visit family who moved up here a few years ago to retire and enjoy a simpler life. You?

Rupert: Experience the outdoors, but I didn't expect it quite so soon.

Day two, their journey is uneventful. They hope they are heading in the right direction. They make camp again and once they have consumed their uninspiring dehydrated fare, they sit back and watch the flames flicker.

Tina: My parents have faith in God, but I haven't the same level of belief.

Rupert: In nature, I feel humbled and vulnerable that engenders a spiritual side of me. When I look around me and then at my body, I know there is a higher entity behind it. 

Tina: My parents say the process from conception to birth is in itself a miracle. I get that. How do the cells know to divide, then become different types of tissue and find their correct place in the developing body. I can't get my head around it. What enables it and guides it?

Rupert: What's around us didn't come from blind chance, that's for sure. I also know I could do with some sleep. Hopefully, more than last night. 

Day three, they continue their journey, following the stream, sometimes detouring around rocky promontories and back to the river. They then come to an open area as the third day draws to a close. 

Tina: I'm tired and the skin on my feet is yielding to the constant rubbing. She takes her socks off and blisters have developed. I'll be hobbling soon.

They retreat into the tree line area for more protection and set up camp. Rupert is concerned. They need to keep going as food is now at a low level. 

Rupert: I'm thinking I need to keep going but separating isn't ideal. I've got a flare, and in the morning, we can move into the open, so any planes going past will hopefully be alerted. 

Tina: I don't want to hold you up but I don't want to be left behind either. They set up camp for the night and try to get some sleep. The evening is cooler and sleep evades Rupert. 

Day four, they sit and after a small breakfast, consider their situation.

Tina: My parents were to meet me at the aerodrome. Our not arriving will have sparked a search and rescue operation by now.

Rupert: If the pilot's route was known, and I assume it was, then they must have some idea where we might be. We will move into the open and that will be a good place for a flare to be set off. It should hopefully be noticed. Some patience is needed, that's all.

They sit and look out over the plain before them.

Tina: Do you have anyone who will be concerned about you?

Rupert: My parents and a sister, that's all. My ex girlfriend may have some concern, as we are on good terms. Your parents and anyone else?

Tina: I'm an only child and have no love interest at the moment. 

Just then, they hear a small plane in the distance. Rupert leaps to his feet and grabs the flare. As it passes by, he fires it into the air. The plane disappears out of sight. 

Tina: Did he see us?

Rupert: I don't know.

Then the plane passes back near them. The wings rock back and forth to indicate they have been spotted. They both stand and hug each other tightly, the relief almost overwhelming. A helicopter arrives a little later, which picks them up and delivers them to safety.

They have a medical check and are interviewed by police, then cleared to leave. They emerge to find Tina's relieved parents waiting. All four then go to Tina's parents' home, where they shower and eat a hearty meal. Their story is told and relived. When Tina's parents leave the living room, Rupert and Tina both turn and start kissing with a latent desire. 

Then Rupert sits upright in bed, the dream he just had so vivid. He puts the light on and orients himself to make sure it was just a dream. The trip wasn't real, just imagined! His ex girlfriend Tina was somehow his traveling partner. He realises how much he has missed her. 

In the morning, he rings her up.

Rupert: Hi Tina, how are things?

Tina: Er, fine. I haven't heard from you for a while.

Rupert: No, I've been busy, planning a trip to the wilderness. I've decided I won't go.

Tina: Why's that? I was thinking of heading off to visit my folks. I was about to book a ticket with a small airline that flies to an aerodrome near where they live.

Rupert: I wouldn't. Small planes aren't that safe.

Tina: What are you talking about? You're spooking me.

Rupert: Can I take you out to dinner tonight and explain?

Tina: That would be nice. Then you can enlighten me on what's going on in your head.

They sit at a table in the restaurant. 

Tina: So what was that phone call about?

Rupert: I realise that sometimes what we had and lost is more valuable than we thought. 

He then explains the dream, and from it he realised it was a mistake to walk away from what they had.

Rupert: I'd like to give it another try if you're willing.

Tina sighs: Are you sure? We have unresolved issues, like my penchant for buying nice clothes and accessories.

Rupert: Nothing we can't work out. 

Tina: Okay, but let's take things slowly. 

Rupert: Agreed. Oh, and how are your feet? Of course, it never happened.

Tina smiles: My feet are fine. That dream must have been so real. 

Rupert: It was traumatic, but if it brings us back together, it was well worth it. 

Were you surprised it was all a dream? The clue was in the title, but I doubt anyone would pick that up.