Dear Editor,
Love affairs are fantastic, especially if one’s love (fickle though she maybe) grants ones wishes as she sees fit.
This ‘special love,’ has elicited adverse comments from persons who believe that her favours should not be confined to any particular group or individual. Her pater, is rather suspicious, and frowns on any close contact with her detractors. Because of my work, our connection is sometimes rather early in the morning or in the evenings. Sometimes to ease the heartbreak, she accompanies me to work; her closeness in the car is mind-boggling; the sounds (my special ones) which emanate from her evoke a sensation that is absolutely heavenly. The weekend of 25-26 May, 2013 with her was absolutely fantastic, with a promise from her that the weekend of 1-2 June, would be more tempestuous: she flirtatiously whispers that Sunday (June 2), would be beautiful. Saturday came, and swiftly flew.
Cometh the day and the hour: my love wraps me in her musical arms; I am lost, my heart somersaults. My love says something, and falls silent. It is 15:00 hours; I am aghast. I listen intently, there is no sound; all is silent; my love is comatose.
It suddenly dawns on me that her uncle has entered the area; he is trouble. He has allegedly been responsible for many a heartbreak, romances torn apart; he is also a hunter ‒ ask Sophia. That provider and taker of power GPL, has struck FM 102.5, and the BBC’s panel discussion on Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice is terminated.
Yours faithfully,
CS Vaughn
Major (Retd)
