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Authors: Saba Sparks

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She shivered slightly as her
ex-boyfriend came to mind. John had been her first serious
boyfriend and the only one that Anna had even considered being
physical with. Only one thing had made her hesitate, and it was the
thing that had made her hesitate with every single non-serious
boyfriend that she’d ever had, the thing Grand had always called
‘the spark’.

Grand had always said that a woman
should only sleep with a man if the urge to do just that was
overwhelming. If the spark was there, well, she advised, there was
little point in trying to resist it. But if it wasn’t, then it
never would be, and no amount of trying would make it come to life.
Anna hadn’t felt it with John, but at twenty-seven years old and
still a virgin, she’d been giving strong consideration to ignoring
Grand’s advice and doing it anyway. But then Grand’s cancer had
been diagnosed, and John’s views on how best to care for a beloved
relative had differed so vastly from hers…

Anna gave herself an
inward shake. She’d known from there on in that she was better off
without him. Then, like so many times in her life, Grand had been
right. John was not the man for her. Did she feel a little sad that
she had missed out at finally enjoying a physical relationship?
Maybe. But in the end only Grand had mattered, and Anna felt sure,
she
still
felt
sure, that someone else would come into her life at some point.
Someone who would finally make her feel the spark.

That someone was not Bob.

Perhaps he sensed her hesitation,
sensed her rolling thoughts, because a moment later Bob walked the
distance between them, halting directly in front of Anna. This
close up she could see the little creases at the corners of his
eyes, the sprinkling of gray hair in his beard. He was nice
looking, she could concede that, but emotionally Anna was in no
place to be thinking along those lines. Her heart was too sore, her
emotions too prone to swinging from one extreme to another. Grief
was a funny thing, she thought as she looked into Bob’s gray eyes.
Three months after losing Grand, Anna was only just beginning to
understand that.


You still have your
cell?” Bob asked.

Anna nodded then tried to
remember exactly where it was. She knew she’d packed it but
in
what
bag or
box was the question. She hadn’t exactly been very organized. As
soon as Sally had confirmed she could have the cottage for the
winter Anna had simply thrown everything she thought she needed
into as many boxes and bags as were available. “Yes.”


Then
I’ll
call
you
,” Bob said.

He pulled her in for a quick hug. Anna
allowed it even though it made her slightly uncomfortable, and not
just because of Bob’s interest. Anna was not a particularly tactile
person. Hugs and kisses thrown out randomly by acquaintances and
friends had always made her feel a bit weird. Perhaps it was
growing up with Grand. Anna’s grandmother was a wonderful woman but
she didn’t believe that affection, like sex, was something to be
given out lightly. Anna had wondered more than once if that was due
to the fact Grand had hailed from England, or maybe the fact that
she had been an ardent feminist for most her life.

She pulled out of Bob’s hug, thoughts
of Grand making her heart sore all over again, and wrapped her arms
around herself. “You better get going before it gets dark,” she
said. “Getting the van back down these dirt tracks won’t be
easy.”


It’ll be fine,” Bob said,
but thankfully he took the hint, moving towards the door, even if
it was with a slight frown on his lips.

Anna followed him, already feeling
cheered at the prospect of being alone in her new home. A moment
later and she felt guilty. Bob had gone out of his way to help her
out and she was being ungrateful, and yet...

Once again her emotions seesawed in
opposite directions. Anna was so used to it by now that she simply
let them. When Bob opened up the door, allowing a blast of cold air
into the room, Anna wasn’t quite sure what to feel. Relief? Guilt?
Worry?

By the time he said his goodbyes,
closed the door, and set off to his van, one emotion won out.
Whether it was right or wrong, appropriate or not, Anna embraced
it. For that small moment, as she sat down on her couch and looked
around the room, Anna was happy.

 

Chapter
Two

 

 

Lee Carson turned on the faucet and
plunged his hands into the freezing cold water. There was no doubt
at all that winter was on the way, and he frowned as he washed
paint from his hands. They were going to be in for a rough one,
probably even rougher than last year, and that had been bad. The
pipes had frozen up, and he and Jack had spent almost a week
replacing them. It had been a week without heating, hot water, or
any sort of comfort, but they were well used to that, and they’d
known when they moved onto this piece of land that they were
roughing it.

It was what they’d wanted.

What they still wanted.

Lee scrubbed at his palms until they
were vaguely clean, grabbed a towel and dried them off. It had to
be about lunch time, didn’t it? Or something close. Whose turn was
it to cook? He wandered over to the refrigerator and was busy
looking inside when Jack strode into the room.

His friend, and they’d been friends
for a hell of a long time, was covered in grease. He’d probably
been working on something in one of the many outbuildings dotted
about their property. Lee knew that Jack had old cars, vans, even
trucks hidden away in them. Cars weren’t really Lee’s thing. He had
his bike to get around on and failing that he could always hitch a
ride with his friend. Jack loved them though. Sometimes he could be
gone from dawn till dusk, only emerging to forage for food. Lee
never asked exactly what Jack was doing, just as Jack never asked
what he spent all day on. Their hobbies were their hobbies. Jack’s
wasn’t really about the mechanics, just as his was not about the
paintings or the sculptures. They each found their own
distractions. Found them and held on to them…otherwise what else
would they do?


Anything look good in
there?” Jack asked as he washed his hands.

Lee grabbed a plate of cold meats from
the fridge and something that looked like it could be cheese.
“Guessing it’s my turn to make some lunch?”

Jack nodded. “Yep. I made the chili a
few nights back.”

Lee winced as he recalled the
mouth-searing meal Jack had made. Worse, he’d made so much they’d
been steadily making their way through it for days. Hopefully
tonight would be the last of it, because Lee was pretty much sick
of the stuff.

He opened the larder and took out
bread and some pickles, pleased as he did so to note that the last
of the pickled jalapeños were gone. Jack added them to every single
fucking meal he made.

He dumped the ingredients for their
lunch on the counter and set about making their food whilst Jack
dried off and set about brewing up a pot of coffee. They’d fallen
into this easy way of living together a long time ago. First when
they’d roomed together during college and then when they’d deployed
together. When they’d come home within weeks of each other they
hadn’t made any specific plans to live together, it had just
happened. Neither of them wanted to head back to the city, and Lee
had seen this place one afternoon…the rest was history.

Jack set a mug of coffee in front of
Lee and helped himself to one of the sandwiches now piled on the
plate. He pulled the bread apart, frowned then headed back to the
larder. Lee couldn’t help but grin as Jack rooted around
inside.


The jalapeños are
gone.”


Already?”


You get through them
pretty quick.”


Need to make a run to the
store then.”


Uh huh.”

Jack took the stool opposite Lee and
grabbed his Jalapeño-free sandwich. “Was thinking,” he said as he
took a bite. “We should go and introduce ourselves to the new
neighbor.”

The new neighbor… Lee frowned and took
a bite of his own sandwich. He wasn’t quite sure how Sally, the
realtor, had talked them in to renting out the cottage at the edge
of their property. It was a tiny little building that Jack had
spent a summer fixing up a few years back. The plan had been to use
it for their various family members. Between them they had a slew
of sisters, brothers and cousins. They tended to head down in big
groups, and there was never enough room in the farmhouse for them
all. Not because it was small, but because early on they’d pretty
much split it in two. They had a wing each, meaning that they were
never in one another’s way more than they wanted to.

The cottage though… Lee took another
bite of his sandwich. Sally had arrived a month or so ago and
demanded to know when they were planning to ‘get some value out of
the place’. She’d followed that by saying that she knew someone who
was ‘desperate to get away from the city’, and ‘how perfect would
this be?’.

Thinking back, Lee wondered if they’d
agreed purely to put an end to her visits. Sally had to be in her
sixties, had a cloud of bright red hair, and was persistent as
hell. Besides, none of their family members were likely to visit
during the frigid winter and it made sense to have someone in
there. It was a quaint little cottage, but despite Jack’s best
efforts was prone to damp. In the summer when their various family
members tended to visited they had to re-paint, so this would save
them a job at least.


How long has she been
there?” Lee asked once he was done chewing.


About two weeks give or
take,” Jack said.

Lee nodded slowly. “Might want to give
her a bit more time to settle in.”

Jack snorted. “Don’t be so
cantankerous.”


Cantankerous?”


We’re turning into our
grandfathers,” Jack said. “You remember when they were in their
nineties and they stopped talking to anyone but each
other?”

Lee laughed. Their grandfathers had
been friends since they were boys, had run a business together
until they were well into their sixties, and after their wives had
died had withdrawn from the world together. The two men had died
within a few weeks of one another. Lee took pleasure in the fact
that he and Jack had continued their friendship into a new
generation.


We did already,” Lee said
after a moment. “Years ago. When we bought this place. Don’t our
folks say so often enough?”


Maybe,” Jack agreed. “But
they’re probably still convinced we’re gay and either in denial, or
covering it up.”

Lee laughed again. He still recalled
the time his mother had cornered him in his studio to let him know
she was perfectly fine with his and Jack’s ‘relationship’. Lee’s
mouth had dropped open and he’d shaken his head. Jack was his best
friend, very much like a brother, but there was nothing like that
between them. There never had been. He’d told his mother as much,
but Lee wasn’t entirely sure she believed him.

Maybe it
was
a little odd. Two
thirty-something men living together in a platonic relationship.
But the set-up suited them. After the things they had seen abroad,
the friends they had lost…

Lee frowned as memories, old memories,
attempted to come to the fore. He pushed them back, not without
some difficulty, and focused his attention on his sandwich instead.
Jack was doing pretty much the same, and as he looked at him Lee
couldn’t help but think, for perhaps the hundredth time since
they’d bought the farmhouse, that convention mattered for shit in
the end. Both he and Jack lived their lives the way they were
comfortable with. The things that made them happy, things like
work, time spent outdoors, they were appreciated. The things that
didn’t? They were quickly ignored. It was the only way to find any
kind of peace. To be comfortable with the fact that they were still
alive. Still had a future ahead of them when so many did
not…


Might as well be gay,”
Jack said after a moment. “Not like there’s much else going on
round here in that department.”

Lee snorted. “You’re not my type, my
friend.”


I’m everyone’s
type.”

Silence settled for a moment as the
two men ate their lunches. Once they were finished Jack made
another pot of coffee before turning the conversation back to their
new neighbor.


So,” he said. “We should
head down and introduce ourselves. She’s on our land. She’s going
to be here for the entire winter and we should check on her, make
sure she’s okay at least.”


What’s her name again?”
Lee asked.


Anna.”

Anna
… how old was she, Lee wondered. Forty? Fifty? “And Sally
said that she was what?” he asked trying to recall the conversation
they’d had with the realtor. “Planning to spend the winter here to
get over a death?”


Yeah.”


Who? A
husband?”

Jack shrugged. “Not sure. Didn’t
really ask to be honest.”

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