Summer dripped into a pool of molten memories; the beach emptied of holidaymakers and Lydia stood on the shore, staring at the horizon. Three weeks ago, her husband had paddled out to sea on his one-man canoe.
'I'll be back for tea,' he'd said, but many tea-times had been and gone since then and he'd not returned. She should have reported his disappearance but she knew how angry he became when she "made a fuss" so she hadn't dared.
Now, on this final day of vacation, she realised that, for once, she'd done the right thing after all.
'I'll be back for tea,' he'd said, but many tea-times had been and gone since then and he'd not returned. She should have reported his disappearance but she knew how angry he became when she "made a fuss" so she hadn't dared.
Now, on this final day of vacation, she realised that, for once, she'd done the right thing after all.
