It was a cold and snowy night in Mornington and Mark Stanborough was forced to stay the night at the Old Mill Inn and it was a few minutes after seven when he was handed the key for room 4 by a rather gruff pub landlady just as a small snow-covered figure entered through the street door and stopped dead when she caught sight of him.
“Mark Stanborough” Rosie Marx said coldly, “What are
you doing here?”
“I’m staying here” he replied.
“Oh great” she snapped.
Neither of them were happy to be there, they both
wanted to get home in time for Christmas and the only reason they were there
was because the main road was closed due to the snow, which had also closed the
railway, but more than that they were unhappy because they didn’t like each
other.
They took consolation in their impromptu meeting and
incarceration by overindulging at the bar and with each subsequent drink they
found that their companions began to look more attractive and their
companionship less onerous, so it was perhaps not surprising that they ended up
in her room.
The next day, although he was physically a spent
force, his mind was awash with erotic images of his time with Rosie, or perhaps
that should have been the times with Miss Marx.
So, on the way to the carpark he called into the
newsagents and picked up an energy drink to sustain him on the journey home.
Although they left the Inn together, he and Rosie were
heading in different directions and once they had reached their cars, they both
went their separate ways with just a cheerio, as they had said a proper goodbye
back at the hotel, but they would be seeing each other again, and soon.
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