By Jenny Mill
She was in her sixties and had never had a love affair. She was intelligent and witty, but her childhood had convinced her that she was ugly.
He was a blind widower from India, visiting friends in Edinburgh.
Their mutual friends suggested that she show him round the city one morning. He asked if he could hold her hand so that she could guide him. The warmth of his hand in hers melted something in her.
As they walked, she brought the city alive for him with her words. In Princes St gardens, surrounded by daffodils, they had their first kiss.
Always nice to have a happy, upbeat story now and then
Thanks! Good to have some feedback.
I echo the first commenter’s sentiment. And this writer succeeds in writing a real story, too. Makes me want a sequel. Isn’t that what it’s all about?
Thanks. It’s based on something that actually happened to my aunt. But I made up the happy ending!