It is our Writers' Group in the morning (weather permitting as it is snowing at present) and the theme is 'A Reunion'. The maximum words (we are a large group) is 250. It is very hard to keep to that number. I wrote a piece and found it had
600 words in it, so I spent a couple of hours last evening reducing it to 300. Writers of regular columns in our dailies must have this problem every day but I found it very difficult and had to cut out so much. But when I finished I realised that what I had left out was probably best left to the readers to put in as they read it. So it is short. What do you think?
The affair had not been a long one. He had said his wife didn't understand his needs, her marriage had always been underwhelming. She had bought sexy clothes, his favourite perfume, and twice a week they had met - out of town - and conducted a passionate and clandestine affair. It had ended when he was posted to the other side of the country and had left with his wife and children. Her marriage had ended a year later as she had known it would. She had not married again.
Her career had progressed and she had an enviable life style. Now in her fifties she was contemplating early retirement and a chance to fulfil her dream of going round the world.
Suddenly she heard from him again. He was a widower, did she wish to pick up the relationship?
Thrown by the suggestion, undecided, she agreed to meet and as the days went on she had become more and more excited at the prospect, remembering those afternoons together. She had replenished her wardrobe, bought his favourite perfume, changed her hairstyle (everyone said how young it made her look!)
Stepping off the train and walking to a seat she saw she was a few minutes early. Under the station clock they were to meet - as they always did.
He walked across the forecourt. She watched him. He hadn't bothered to change; scruffy clothes, unpolished shoes, hair needing cutting, shaggy, untrimmed beard - he no longer had much hair on his head. To sum up in one word - dirty.
She crossed the bridge to the opposite platform without approaching him and saw she had half an hour to wait before the train home. There was half an hour in which to go into the Travel Agents and find a Cruise around the World.
Incidentally I have been watching for the number to appear and now I have missed the 3000. So today is post number 3010 in the years I have been posting.