“Three ruins at an older ruin.”
At Jane’s gesticulation, Shelley lifted her gaze to the hilltop. The forlorn skeleton of the banqueting hall had once pulsated with bacchanalian pleasures. Then rescanning the high-tide line, “At least we’re more than these empty shells”
“Some of us not much more” Jane batted back acidly.
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‘Happy Birthday Liz,’ Jane and Amanda chorused.
‘Thirty five, it doesn’t seem that long ago we were all in Uni.’
‘I’m really glad we’ve stayed in touch,’ Amanda confided.
‘The Three Amigos’ Jane toasted, ‘may we stick together forever.’
‘Liz, are you still seeing that guy, John or something, the librarian?’
‘No, another one that didn’t quite work out.’
Continue readingJane almost skipped out of the clinic. She had been told by her consultant that she was free of cancer. Striding down the road, she passed the travel agents with its tempting array of holidays. Telling herself that she could do this on her own, she went into the shop and bought a train ticket to Athens and a ferry ticket to the incredibly small island of Halki.
A month before the all-clear, Jane received a letter from Stella who now lived on Halkii. Jane had opened the letter with shaking hands and felt slightly sick. Stella and Jane were the best of friends in the early 80s but in 1987 they had a row to end all rows, on a cliff top of all places! Jane told Stella she did not want to see her and Stella cut all contact.
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