What Now, My Love?
South Bowenfels, New South Wales
Fay: What now, my love? What now, Fred?
Fred: Well, my dear, I think I’ve found a nice new home for us.
Fay: Wherever it is it will have to do. We have to leave here now. We cannot stay in this dangerous environment, not anymore.
Fred: We’ve been so happy and now that we are in our old age, it is so unfair that we have to move away.
Fay: I know, my love, but if we stay here we won’t have any life left. This is a polluted place now.
Fred: I think this new home I’ve found is very suitable—that is, it suits me. I hope it will suit you, dear Fay.
Fay: You know I would follow you anywhere, my love. I want to spend my last days with you. Of course, I will miss our old dog, but we must leave him behind and go.
Fred: I know, my darling. It’s a slightly difficult trip but the springs and suspension are still good, so let’s go.
A few minutes later.
Fay: These new surroundings are surprising, Fred; so flat, smooth, almost like a bed.
Fred: I know, dearest Fay. Mr and Mrs Macdonald sleep here every night.
Fay: But will they want to share it with us?
Fred: They don’t have any choice, but think of the advantages for us. It’s warm, we don’t have to struggle through any undergrowth and the food will be tasty.
Fay: Yes, I see what you mean, and I trust your judgement.
Fred: The best thing of all, now that we are old, is that we will be so safe for the rest of our lives. Nobody ever sprinkles flea powder in a human bed. We, Fred and Fay Flea will be safe and happy.
Bio: Winsome Smith has written many short stories, articles and poems. Her twelfth book Tales the Laundress Told is available online from Amazon and BalboaPress.