Western Walkabout: The Witch, The Wood Elf And The Dragon – 8
...The tone of her voice drew the dragon, in her Sapphire form. She came into the study “What’s the problem?”
Skye turned to her, admiring the magnificence of her new form. “Woody’s feeling a bit unloved.”
Sapphire moved behind Woodward, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gave him the gentlest kiss...
Richard Harris continues his love story for children over 40.
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FEELING LOW
Woodward was sitting at his computer drinking a glass of watered–down Cabernet/Merlot, and listening to the voice-over on the television news.
He was listening for the stockmarket report, and heard that his shares were down, following a weak lead from Wall Street.
He felt marginally depressed and wondered whether he should play bridge tonight. Skye came up behind him, sensing his mood, and put her hand on his shoulder.
“What is it, pet?” she said.
“I feel flat, grey and unloved,” he said.
“Woodward, baby. That’s rubbish.”
The tone of her voice drew the dragon, in her Sapphire form. She came into the study “What’s the problem?”
Skye turned to her, admiring the magnificence of her new form. “Woody’s feeling a bit unloved.”
Sapphire moved behind Woodward, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gave him the gentlest kiss – a light, feathery touch, on his cheek.
“Where would we be without you, Woodward?” she asked.
“I’d still be a dragon in a dungeon eating roadkill.“ She licked the lobe of his ear and placed her hands under his chin. “Of all the elves in the world, you are my favorite.”
Skye said “He needs a haircut and probably – his dinner.”
Woodward tucked in his stomach, and drew himself up. “Absolutely right,” he said.
“Dinner sounds good.”
“What’re we having?” said Skye.
“Grilled beef sausages, microwaved potatoes with butter, and peas,” said Woodward.
“What’s for dessert?” said Sapphire.
“Sliced apple, with apricot, mixed dried fruit, microwaved, then dressed with a splash of butterscotch schnapps and a serving of vanilla ice-cream,” said Woodward.
“Drat,” said Sapphire. “When’re you going to make me your bananas stir-fried in butter with fresh ginger, topped with ice cream?”
“Not this week,” said Woodward. “You all have to help me clean up those apples.”
Sapphire poured two glasses of the Cabernet/Merlot for Skye and herself.
They clinked their glasses. “The things we do for friends,” Sapphire said.
