Teaser for the Reader: Ha! I’m a poet and didn’t know it. Poetry is not my thing, to write that is, but I love to read the old masters, Keats and Wordsworth. However, my headline teaser is to offer you part of a short story. It is a long weekend here in Ontario and time to relax and read.
CHANCE ENCOUNTER By Susan A Jennings
Frances hurried along Rideau Street heading east towards the bookstore, trying to stay dry. But the water bounced off the sidewalk into her new beige pumps and soaked her freshly pressed beige slacks. The neat telescopic umbrella was no match for the torrents of water the sky proceeded to empty upon her.
“Just my luck,” she said aloud, jumping to safety as the spray from the #7 bus narrowly missed her. “Why did the heavens have to open now?”
Working the noon to eight shifts allowed Frances a couple of quiet morning hours to browse at Mr. Booker’s store. Frances supervised the tellers at the Dominion Trust Bank. A title she had earned through many years of loyal service rather than ambition. She felt a pang of excitement remembering her impending retirement and all the books that lined the walls of her spare room. She called it her retirement collection. Soon she would be able to sink into her new Lazy-boy chair with her feet up on the matching ottoman—one of her few extravagances—and from there she would disappear into the adventures and mysteries of borderless and timeless literature.
She chuckled. “Books without borders,” she said aloud as she stepped into Mr. Booker’s doorway.
At the other end of Rideau Street, Paul Morris’s long lilting stride was heading west towards Booker’s Book Store. Paul didn’t care that his trousers were wet and the rain had already penetrated the shoulders of his frayed tweed jacket. He loved the rain and its fresh cool feel on his weather-worn face. Today he felt particularly happy. He had made the decision to retire. Continue reading