Beautiful, that is, until they realised painfully, and in almost unimaginable places, how close they were to an ant-hill.
It had been their first chance to wander in the hills since the children had left; on that glorious summer’s day, their route was utterly deserted. After sharing a light lunch, they skinny-dipped in the adjacent loch, the temptation to act like teenagers proving too strong. Later, as they lay naked to dry out, she checked all around to be sure, then smiled at him. They made love slowly, each taking turns to enjoy the hot sun on their backs. Beautiful.
Beautiful, that is, until they realised painfully, and in almost unimaginable places, how close they were to an ant-hill. Comments are closed.
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