An insane week to be had, this is my truth, yet I plowed through it well enough.
Good friends at a winery, bottles of Italian wine (many) crystal glasses, outdoors beneath the lights draped across the tree lines
closed my week.
Gentle enough yes?
The book is presently making it's journey out into the world, while I hold the highest of hopes I aslo hold fear!
But...who am I if I don't really pursue my dreams?
I been attempting to rest and NOT work, but in all honesty the next project continually beckons me
And so I write...
Here is another bit of what I'm working on this week...hope that you enjoy...
Upon arrival, I located the nearest pub (the local as they'd say) and gathered up a seat, grateful for the reprieve from the monotony of travels burden.
Immediately my senses took great notice of his cologne...Prada by the scent I believed...
He turned to view me, as I him...
No recognition on either part, yet he did choose to speak-
"What brings you here?"
"I'm a writer, book tour....you?"
"I'm a local. And what is the name of this masterpiece?"
"Conversations of the Scotsman McEwan."
He face promptly drained of all color. Suddenly the familiarity of this Scotsman occured to my memory...the light brown hair, the bright blue eyes, the angle of his jaw line- his voice...
This man had to be a relation to my lover...ah man I had truly made a quantum error in judgement
I should've never engaged in conversation
and by the looks of things, he felt the same...
"Sawyer then, yeah?"
"Will you hate me if I am?"
he laughed
"Och no. Quite the contrary."
"I am. So are you an avid reader or..."
"Or what? Mass murderer? Sorry to dissipoint love. Just a regular man, no agenda here."
"Why do you appear as though you've seen a ghost?"
"I believe that perhaps it's not I whom should be keeping your company."
"Ah, if not you, than who...if you don't mind me inquiring?"
"A soft inquiry is always a welcome nudge if deemed appropriate for the moment."
"Is this a good moment then?"
"Aye... tis."
"How so?"
"Aye... tis."
"How so?"
"I'm here, you're next to me. All is what I'd consider a fine moment, but again, I'm not the man who should be here yeah? Tis Grants' rightful place eh?"
I felt my stomach woosh out of its security...I had believed Grant to be residing stateside still. I left the states, and him behind. All things associated with that man had caused me nothing but grief.
Perhaps not all, not in the beginning, though it certainly ended thusly.
The last thing that I ever desired was to see him, hear his idiotic excuses, yet again. Ugh...
"What is it?"
"Just leave it alone...I didn't catch your name...?"
"James, and he's already on his way in."
"Well it's been lovely meeting you, I really need to be on my way..."
I stood up, he placed his arm on mine, holding me back
"Don't. he needs you as much as you apparently want him."
"I don't want him."
"It's obvious babe."
"Really? and how is that exactly?"
"Too late, look behind you."
Grant stood behind the pair, curious, angry...James released her arm
"I came home to be rid of you Sawyer."
"Wasn't aware that you owned the whole of Scotland Grant."
"Check the deed, it's all there."
"Enjoy your brother, I have to go."
"No...no, wait a second, James give us a few minutes will you?"
(James left the pair to it)
"Do you regret it Grant?"
"No, never. You?"
"No. I couldn't do that to you, ever."
"I shouldn't have left things the way that I did. It was a stunning mistake."
"But?"
"But I chose what I did and you stormed off as usual."
"I'm not here for you, for this."
"I know, I realize that this is a fluke. Sawyer, is it possible that I might replay that moment?"
"Are you out of your mind??!!!"
"I'm not asking for a second chance. I jsut want this one thing from you, and before you even think to respond negativley you still owe me 1.50."
"Really? You want a dollar? Because I have one on me."
"It's a dollar fifty, but I'll take this as payment."
"You're incredibly cheap..."
"Aye, now will you allow me this moment or no?"
"Fine."
Grant took her by the hand and led her out of the pub and out onto the curb.
"Kiss me."
"No."
"Kiss me Sawyer"
"No, this is daft."
"Kiss me...kiss me because I'm leaving honey. I came in here to offer my goodbyes to my brother."
"We said our goodbyes and where are you going? You're from here?"
"I'm going to Japan for a year."
"Why?"
"Because I'm bored with the food here and in the states."
"Seriously"
"Seriously, you won't love me, I've lost my bearings without you."
Sawyer leaned into the man and brushed her lips up against his
"I love you"
"What?"
"Goodbye babe..."
(An hour later in the pub with James)
"So you let him go? Why? If you love him than go after him!"
"He's already gone James."
"You jog, I jog, let's chase the man."
"He's probably already on the plane."
James smiled, we both rushed out the pub door. I never realized Grant standing directly in front of me.
The last thing that I remember was feeling a numbness in my head.
(James, standing over my unconscious body)
"Well that's certainly one way to win har back."
"I...ah shit man, she's hurt."
"Think so? She laying on the ground, looks to need stitches, probably has acquired a rather grand concussion, so yeah, I'm going to go with 'she's hurt'. So why couldn't you just tell her the truth man? Grant, she really needs to know, to hear it from you, not from anyone else."
Well hope you enjoyed this lil bit.
Have a really superb week, enjoy your loved ones and do what you love!
Thank you again to Marshall Wayne, it was lovely to meet you and show you some of the places that I write about.
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
