Rhiwbina Living 62
Summer 2024
Summer 2024
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a summer's<br />
breeze<br />
He watched her from a<br />
distance, sitting on the old,<br />
wooden bench, her gaze<br />
switching between the view of<br />
Niagara Falls and the army of<br />
tourists that had descended upon<br />
her chosen spot.<br />
She had a serenity about her, the<br />
soft smile she offered to passersby<br />
causing many to pause and smile<br />
back. It was as though she was a<br />
moment of quiet for people, as they<br />
navigated the insanity of the area<br />
during summertime.<br />
Watching the breeze play with the<br />
greying strands framing her face,<br />
that same old feeling of familiarity<br />
and warmth squeezed his heart.<br />
She was the one that got away. The<br />
only one to consistently appear in<br />
his thoughts, the hint of promises<br />
that were never fulfilled. And<br />
46<br />
here she was, as though he had<br />
somehow manifested this moment.<br />
“Excuse me. Would you be able to<br />
take a photo for us?”<br />
His reverie was interrupted by a<br />
frazzled looking young mother in<br />
the throes of what appeared to be a<br />
birthday party from hell. There had<br />
to have been eighteen children in<br />
her care, with no other adults to be<br />
found.<br />
“Of course.” He smiled at her. “Why<br />
don’t we go over here where we can<br />
get a bit of the falls in the photo?<br />
I’m Ben, by the way.” He smiled<br />
reassuringly. “Are you handling this<br />
crew all on your own?” he asked. “I<br />
admit, I’m impressed.”<br />
The woman laughed. “My husband<br />
went and broke his leg while<br />
cleaning the gutters yesterday.<br />
Right before our daughter’s already<br />
planned, ready to be epic, party to<br />
beat all birthday parties.”<br />
“Ahh. The old fake cast routine. I’ve<br />
considered it many a time myself.”<br />
She threw her head back and<br />
laughed. “I didn’t think to check.”<br />
As she began to corral the kids<br />
kindly, but firmly into position, she<br />
asked over her shoulder, “Are you<br />
here on your own? I hope I’m not<br />
taking you away from something or<br />
someone important.”<br />
Ben’s eyes crinkled. “This will<br />
take no time at all. Besides, you’re<br />
a damsel in distress and my last<br />
name happens to be Knight.”<br />
She looked him up and down. He<br />
was probably in his fifties if the grey<br />
in his whiskers was anything to go<br />
by. And yes. She could picture him<br />
in chainmail, whisking a woman up<br />
onto his horse away from invaders.