Well hello Everybody. Did you notice that September’s been switched? I’m yet to catch up with July, how about you? Over at the table we’ve had a western movie moment where the tumbleweed has blown through but, in the distance, I can hear the little houses whispering behind their shutters about a certain someone…
Living on the Edge 151; Solitary Bea…
Living alone was what Bea did best. She’d had plenty of practice. She lived on a rocky outcrop, miles from anyone but for a singular tree who never uttered a word.Certainly she’d had neighbours in the past but, just as certainly, there had always turned out to be something wrong with them. There would be a falling out and Bea would move on. Once, when she lived in a row of terraces, she’d discovered that the entire chain of neighbours were at fault in their different ways and she had neither the time nor the patience to help them all see sense. So, she moved on. From neighbourhood to neighbourhood, from village to village, street to street. Everywhere she went she found the same story. Until she found herself alone.
Was she lonely? Well yes, but what could she do? No neighbour could live up to her exacting expectations. And in all this time she’d never once looked more closely at what was happening. And never once did she see the common denominator… xxx