This is the end of Circles of Separation – Part 1. Thank you for listening or reading along.
The worst person to get away from is oneself.
Chapter 32: Untroubled
Even though Thomas and Kathleen had previously been boyfriend and girlfriend for two years and friends for decades, they had never been on a holiday together. When Kathleen had a holiday house in Waldmeer, being in her house was her holiday. Nor had they ever lived in the same house. Their holiday was quite a revelation. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Fellow Travellers”
Don’t feed the drama monster. It’s insatiable and has no friends.
Chapter 28: Drama
Amira took every opportunity that crisp, glorious day to be outside. She walked down to the beach and returned via the shops and up the hill taking the longer route past Verloren’s holiday house. There was a For Sale sign in the front garden. She stopped to look at it and wondered why Verloren would be selling. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Choose Again”
If we could live in the consecrated spaces of happiness and forget the past, how easily the world would transform.
Chapter 25: Vibes
The rain was bucketing down and the wind was gusting fiercely and unpredictably. Never one to give up on her walks, Amira set off down the hill to town. After a few minutes, she abandoned her umbrella, pulled her hood over her head, and sped up her pace. By the time she got to the yoga studio, she was as wet as the day.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes after almost two years,” said Sri. He laughed and handed her a towel. “I’ll hug you when you are dry.” Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Adjustments”
Be forgiving but wise.
Chapter 21: The Hattery
A few years ago, when Amira first returned to Waldmeer from Eraldus, she had an unfortunate experience with a Waldmeer couple, Oswald and Billy. They were domestic and business partners and owned the upmarket, Hattery, in the main street of Waldmeer. It wasn’t exactly in the main shopping strip. A narrow path between the brick walls of two buildings led to a plain, black door which was the entrance to the exclusive shop. It didn’t have a sign.
Oswald said, “We want our reputation to speak for itself. The people will find us.”
“The right people,” added Billy with a touch of snobbery. Continue reading “Circles of Separation: Brick Wall”