Author Darcy Quinn
Have you ever stopped to think why we’re often attracted to people who are so unlike ourselves, our polar opposites? Consider this, nature is cruel it has a big hand in who we’re drawn to. Nature you see likes the tension of the opposites and the drama in double jeopardy. We should tend toward people more like us, play it safe and easy, that's true for some, but for others lets say that nature likes to have the last laugh. No matter what they think they're doing they'll never have the upper hand because against nature their own intentions are nothing, they disappear faster than snow melts in hell.
This new chapter in her life had started easily enough, a message on facebook and a few emails. This though was not a new chapter at all but an old chapter lain in the undisturbed dust of decades past. Long ago they had dumped every souvenir of one another overboard until few reminders remained, all but erased to the point of near invisible history, all but forgotten, almost. Back then they had known when to let go, when to move on and crucially not to look back. The passage of time must have dulled their senses, stolen that lesson from them because Alice having now reached an age of fading looks and circumspection failed to remember the pain of the last disaster, now she was blissfully stumbling back unaware.
What is done is done, the enlightened and the sensible leave the past in the past where it belongs, they know they have to give up all those precious moments that are finished. Matt Denby of course did not believe that. He had missed out on an engagement back then and he wouldn’t let it happen again. In the thirty odd years since their parting he had thrown himself into the business world making a big name for himself. Now he was wealthy, one marriage down and disappointed. Disappointed that even with all the decades of providing the kind of luxuries most could only dream of that his marriage couldn't survive, it needed him to be there. So much for work life balance but he knew it as the price of ambition, he paid the bill and that was that. That's how he was, it was an equation, a nett formula, everything had an order and disappointment wouldn't last.
Nature has her ways and means, she is after all a fickle woman fluent in the language of the lonely, intriguingly adept in the conversation of temptation. She is the tongue in the ear of persuasion and everything mouth-wateringly forbidden. Matt the self made man, a man who won by taking risks could buy anything he wanted except her, his fantasy. but what price would he be willing to pay? Their youthful ill-fated romance may have been damned but he would have his second chance and he would not take no for an answer, but what other artless forces are at play that threaten to eclipse them?