Kay explained the situation and within minutes the man, who was becoming more and more attractive, with his calm manner and soothing voice, had opened his boot, produced a set of jump leads, and proceeded to rescue her like the proverbial knight.
“You’re a life saver,” said Kay, when her engine purred and Ian had finished scraping the ice from her windscreen. “I owe you a drink at least – unless you’d like to join me for a pizza. By the time I get home it will be too late to start cooking.”
Ian admitted to being ravenous, and so they went on the first of many dates, which always took place after work. Kay was nervous about inviting him to her house because, even if Ian couldn’t see the ghosts, their presence would cramp her style. When Ian invited her to his flat, Muffin became her excuse. Who would feed him? Ian suggested asking the neighbours.
It was early spring before Kay plucked up the courage to knock on her neighbours’ door. The sun shone and birds were busy in the hedges, flitting in and out with bits of twig and fluff in their beaks. Kay smiled at their flurries of enterprise and hummed a little tune to herself. As she approached, the woman was shrugging on her coat at the open door.
“Good morning. I’m Kay and I live next door. I hope you don’t mind me introducing myself like this, but I thought it was time. I didn’t want to intrude while you were settling in.”
The woman stared at her for a few seconds and then her face broke into the warmest smile Kay had ever seen. The woman positively radiated.
The penultimate episode for Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry.