Nomance

police. She explained there had been at incident atRomance, the florist’s shop and hung up. She saw no reasonto answer any questions straight away when she would only have toanswer them all over again down at the cop station.
Besides, she could hearPorchester crying.
She hastened upstairsinto her room and picked him up. ‘There, there,’ she murmured,‘don’t cry.’
She smiled down at him,cradled in her arms, and, in that unguarded moment of relief, thelast of her resistance melted away.
‘Alright,’ she laughed.It was perhaps her first spontaneous laugh in years. ‘You can stickaround . . . ’ A cloud darkened her heavyset features. ‘But only ifwe change your name – I’m not having somebody called Porchesterstaying under my roof!’
End
Thanks for reading.
Juliet and Philip havetheir own version of events -- it's called, The Other Side ofNomance and hopefully it'll appear this winter.
Also on Smaswords, ADate in Winter, a short collection of short verse.
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