A love Story
The country road I walked on was gritted and plants on its verges were full of
white dust. It was a warm summer day and the wind from the North Sea had
stilled. There were few cars on the road and the few that came weren't going
my way. I was thirsty, up ahead a small farm building, I turned right and walked
up a cart wheel lane, knocked on the farm door, a woman opened, and asked
for water. She took me to the well hoisted up a bucket of cold, clear water
and gave me a tin ladle to drink from. She was a woman with an open face,
warm brown eyes and full red lips, her hair was tucked under a green shawl.
Told me her husband was a bee keeper and away for the day and since they had
no children she often felt lonely. When she had finished talking I kissed her lips
softly turned and left. At the end of the farm lane I looked back, she was still
standing there by the well. The tin ladle, in her hand, glinted like a holy grail.
We both had a dream to cherish till old age erased our bond to roadside dust.
Feeling strong now I walked fast and reached my destination before nightfall.