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“So where shall we go today?” he asked, car keys in hand. “Sea and sand? Shell Bay? Studland Beach?”

She shook her head. “Same old?”

“Suggest something else then.”

“Spa.”

“Strange idea,” he said, frowning.

“Special idea. Something completely different. Swedish massage is what I want.”

Sessions booked, they drove straight to the spa. Separating for their massages, they met in the lobby afterwards.

“So how was it,” he asked.

She smiled. “Sensational. Same for you?”

Smiling, too, he said, “Soreness all gone.”

“Soreness?”

“She bent my arm back after I tried to grab her. Spent the rest of the session massaging my poor shoulder.”

Slap.

Slip, falling on head. Stars.

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“Ready to go?” Richard stood by the front door, keys in hand.

Rachel soon joined him. “Rather hard to know how to prepare without knowing where we’re going.”

Richard scanned Rachel’s body, taking in the tight jeans and bright t-shirt. “Really like the look,” he said.

Rachel followed Richard from the house to the car and settled herself into the passenger seat. “Really no way you’re going to tell me – not even a little hint?”

“Revelations will come in due course,” said Richard from the driving seat. Reaching into the glove compartment, he pulled out some black material, which he proceeded to fold several times before tying it round Rachel’s head, covering her eyes.”

“Really?”

“Rules state no peeping. Removal of blind will gather punishment.”

“Richard…”

“Right,” said Richard. Revving up the engine, he reversed down the drive and turned the back of the car to the right.

Right out of the drive, Rachel reckoned, meant they were going into town. Rachel tried to follow the route but soon got lost.

Reversing, presumably into a parking spot, Richard switched off the engine and clicked off his seatbelt. Rachel followed suit. Richard left the car, closing the door, and then appeared beside Rachel, having opened her door. Reaching for Rachel’s hand, he pulled her out and closed her door.

“Right, let’s go.”

Reverberations caused Rachel to assume they were in an underground carpark. Rising in a lift confirmed her assumption.

“Romantic experience, sir?” asked a man.

Richard must have nodded, before leading Rachel over plush carpet to a well-padded chair. Releasing the blindfold from her eyes, he said, “Happy anniversary!”

Rachel blinked and looked around her. “Ritz, in jeans?”

“Right,” said Richard. “Really good, designer jeans.”

Rachel shook her head. “Really ordinary, everyday jeans.”

“Really don’t care,” said Richard.

Relaxing to the comfort of not having to keep to norms, Rachel began to enjoy her special evening. Rules could be ignored, but for one. Reminding Richard that they married in July and not in June would be unwise.

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Quaver felt peeved, as he always seemed to get the short end of the stick amongst his friends. Quite determined was he to rectify this situation when he went out to eat with Crotchet, Minim and Breve. Quaver, adhering to his plan for retribution, suggested the fast food place, and they all trooped in. Quickness wasn’t one of breve’s attributes, and this unfortunate fact caused him to lose his place in the queue. Queue-place-losing also applied to Minim and Crotchet, although their hesitation length was progressively shorter. Quaver, naturally, dallied for the shortest of time and was able to order.

Quivering, however, took place in Quaver’s shoes under the stern gaze of the other three, until he doled out his food in unequal proportions, giving the longest chips to Breve.

Quiet followed, during which Quaver made a secret vow to drop Crotchet, Minim and Breve and instead befriend Semi-quaver, Demi-semi-quaver and Hemi-demi-semi-quaver.

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“Private, those are. Personal and private,” my master exclaimed.

“Pray, sir, what distresses you so?” I enquired.

“Papers in this cabinet are not to be disturbed, in accordance with my express wishes.”

“Precisely, sir. Papers in that cabinet have not been disturbed by me.”

Pursing his lips, but opening them slightly, he struggled to keep his voice from exploding. “Please, then, inform me of the whereabouts of my teddy bear.”

Placing my hands behind my back, I stood to attention. “Perhaps it has escaped your notice, sir, but a teddy bear is not a paper.”

“Possibly so,” said my master, still looking grim. “Perhaps, nevertheless, you could inform me of the location of my poor teddy.”

“Poor teddy,” I said, “is in the arms of my granddaughter. Possibly I could retrieve it, although a limb or two might be lacking.”

“Please bring my teddy in one piece, for otherwise I shall have to consider harsher measures.”

“Promise, do I, that your teddy bear will be returned to you in pristine condition.”

Pristine condition, I reflected, remembering the chaos rendered by the little girl, could only be achieved if I paid a sum of money for a new teddy bear. Procurement of such a sum could be achieved by channelling off a very small fraction of the treasure I discovered sewn inside the old teddy bear.
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“Nothing I don’t do ever goes right,” she said.

“Nothing?” he said. “Never? Negative today, aren’t we?”

“No,” she said. “Numbly truthful.”

“Noodle cooking you do well.”

“Noodle cooking – yes.”

“Number crunching.”

“Number crunching – yes.”

“Nursing.”

“Nursing – yes.”

“Novel writing.”

“Novel writing – yes.”

“Now, don’t you think you should edit your opening sentence?”

“Not at all. Nothing I don’t do ever goes right.”

“Now wait a minute…”

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Miss Carson surveyed the class as she made her entrance. Most of the kids, she was pleased to notice, were standing to attention and joining in the chorus of, “Good morning, Miss Carson.” Mandy and Martin were the only ones seated. Miss Carson’s response was followed by a scraping of chairs as the kids sat down.

“Mandy, why didn’t you stand up like everyone else?”

“My attention was diverted at that moment, Miss, so I failed to notice when you entered,” said Mandy.

“Make sure you pay attention in future, Mandy,” said Miss Carson. “Martin, why didn’t you stand up?”

Martin looked down at his desk, his lips firmly closed, his red cheeks clearly showing complicity in something or other.

“Martin, you’d better stay for a detention after school.”

Martin contemplated the unfairness of school. Miss Carson couldn’t know what happened before she came in and Martin couldn’t tell her – not in front of the whole class. Mandy, with the help of a few others, had tied Martin to his chair so that he couldn’t stand up. Mandy hadn’t stood up as she’d hurriedly untied the string after Miss Carson entered. Martin hadn’t wanted to be branded a tell-tale on top of everything else. Mandy had been counting on that.

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Love was all around the lake. Lovers’ Lake, they called it for miles around. Lazing on its banks on this warm, sunny afternoon were at least fifty couples, each oblivious to the others. Levelling their eyes, each at one person only, they revelled in this bliss, oblivious to the rest of the world.

Lots of people in the village didn’t have partners, so they stayed away from Lovers’ Lake and waited for the day they would finally find a lover and be able to visit Lovers’ Lake. Legends of its beauty fired their longing. Lucifer, however, refused to stay away. Lucifer was the village idiot.

Laughter rang out when Lucifer arrived to sit alone by the lake. “Lucifer, go home. Lover have you none. Leave us lovers alone.”

“Lucifer won’t go home,” said Lucifer. “Lucifer is in love.”

Laughter again.

“Life is what Lucifer is in love with. Life in the form of birds and trees and everything that’s alive.”

Lucifer took his place by the lake and gazed at life, his true love.

Level-headed village people stopped calling Lucifer an idiot.

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