Odd Love Story

Odd Love Story Fall came early that year, the north westerly blew there was sadness in the air, I just knew something was not right. It was on a day like this my wife said she wanted a divorce, and she had already worked out the details of the settlement, I could keep our log cabin. She knew me so well it was the only thing I wanted. My wife is keen athlete she likes to run and go skiing, it was only natural that she married the man who runs a sports shop. My exercise is to get up from my typewriter walk into to the kitchen to make another cup of coffee. A rare beautiful winter day, blue sky and pale sun, there was a knock on my door, I opened saw her green Volvo disappearing down the lane; by the door a bag of cooked food and jam. And twice a week she does this, but now I wait till her car has disappeared. “Love and cherish...” she is a good catholic, takes her promises seriously. In summers, she runs past my house, looks straight ahead and I pretend not to see her,