Another dip into the life of Sharples
He had been in love once. Love had touched his sullen heart during that hot summer when the beaches were crowded and the streets empty.
The balmy evenings had made sitting out back an essential part of the day. Just sitting in that lazy fashion that enables the mind to listen to the night sounds of nature. Next door’s fountain tinkled into their garden pond, the sound of water meeting water like gentle chimes of fluted bells.
Then one evening he had been lazing and listening when she came into the garden. He watched her walk elegantly across the lawn her head poised gracefully without being snooty. She stepped delicately onto his veranda and introduced herself in the usual fashion.
Normally he would have ignored such an intrusion but something about her piqued his interest. Instead he escorted her on a short walk. As they said a goodnight their noses kissed and he lost his heart.
For the rest of the summer they spent each evening walking or lazing together. Everyone cooing on what a cute couple they were, they knew their time was limited and her family would go home taking her with them.
That first evening alone he knew, she had gone home and taken his heart with her. Sharples would never fall in love again.
© JG Farmer 2014