The Patio

Hardly a day passed without some thought of her and yet somehow he felt that things were on the up. It had been a lovely Summer and their romance (as he liked to think of it) had consumed it. Sure, it had been a little one-sided perhaps, but any fair-minded person would have understood. He had certainly kept her occupied with his doting and had lavished her with small gifts that met her simple needs. But that was before the unpleasantness.

And now she was gone and he would have to begin again. The weather was still good and by all accounts the Indian Summer was set to last. A pity she wasn't around to enjoy the patio he had made just a few yards from the cellar door. She would have so enjoyed it.