Dolly sat by the roaring fire pining for the love of her life, Geoff. He’d just left for Afghanistan, another six month tour of duty. They’d spent every minute of every day together for the past month and it had been glorious. Each morning she’d wake in his arms, wrapped together as one. Their day generally started with overexcited lovemaking, they were at it like proverbial rabbits. Afterwards, breakfast consisted of boiled eggs and soldiers, Geoff carved the latter into special shapes for her taking care to remove the crust. Several strong coffees later, a communal shower and they were ready to face the day. He’d brought her to places in the town she’d never known existed. The hidden lakes about a mile outside, the deserted village in the forest, the caves and tunnels, the underground river and the gushing waterfall were all new experiences for Dolly. The overused picnic basket sat in the corner of the room now; she couldn’t bring herself to clean it out just yet like the grieving widow and her dead husband’s wardrobe. Her days had been full and she had no idea how she was going to occupy the void of his absence. Her heart ached as she pondered this difficult question. A single teardrop rolled down her cheek and moments later she sat there, sobbing uncontrollably with her head cupped in her hands.
Love to hate (Extract)
