“Wait up!” called Robyn at the top of her voice.
She hurriedly pressed the shiny red button at the side of the electric gate and squeezed her way through the metal, in an effort to reach Francis before he had escaped the horizon.
With her handbag flapping behind her Robyn caught up to the two who were strolling slow along the dirt road.
Francis turned to see her running towards him - he stared quizzically.
Robyn could not find the words she wanted - out there in the sun - with so much empty space all around - her mind went quite blank.
Added to this she was very much surprised to find that Francis was not at all the age she had taken him to be when she first caught sight from afar. She had presumed that he was more or less elderly - when from the window of her room she had watched him feeding the birds in the early mornings - it was ‘quaint’ — his hippy clothes hid his large physic - his glossy black hair contrasted pale blue eyes - and, he smelt of musk. This man was in his late thirties, if that. Why did she believe him to be aged? Francis is gorgeous, she thought musingly to herself!
He smiled back at her. She was still at a loss for words.
“Would you like to join us”? he asked naturally - his tone was mellow, his voice was deep, his presence was calming. Robyn was intoxicated with interest.
“Yes please” she said excitedly.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
With her handbag flapping behind her Robyn caught up to the two who were strolling slow along the dirt road.
Francis turned to see her running towards him - he stared quizzically.
Robyn could not find the words she wanted - out there in the sun - with so much empty space all around - her mind went quite blank.
Added to this she was very much surprised to find that Francis was not at all the age she had taken him to be when she first caught sight from afar. She had presumed that he was more or less elderly - when from the window of her room she had watched him feeding the birds in the early mornings - it was ‘quaint’ — his hippy clothes hid his large physic - his glossy black hair contrasted pale blue eyes - and, he smelt of musk. This man was in his late thirties, if that. Why did she believe him to be aged? Francis is gorgeous, she thought musingly to herself!
He smiled back at her. She was still at a loss for words.
“Would you like to join us”? he asked naturally - his tone was mellow, his voice was deep, his presence was calming. Robyn was intoxicated with interest.
“Yes please” she said excitedly.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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