Depth Stories

The warm evening air, the bright moonlight. Could it be better? In the darkened corner where the hedging creates a cosy secluded corner, I’ve placed two folded blankets on the bench seat without any thought about how they might be used. I have ensured that the single light bulb inside the alcove gives only a gentle light so I can view her better. But where is Sara? “I’m right here.” The sound of that fetching Texan drawl...