It was a bitterly cold day in the village on the shortest day of the
year and it was a cold and grey December morning and there was a biting wind
that made Ben Hutchinson’s skin tingle and take his breath away as he busied
himself running errands around the village.
But after all the errands were complete he headed towards the Black Wolf where he took refuge
in the bar and made himself comfortable beside the fire.
Ben was preparing to get on the outside of a pint of Mornington Ale
and a large Brandy when his eyes were drawn to the center of the room where a
striking blonde was sitting with her long slender legs crossed.
She had a pen in one hand and a large drink in the other and she was
concentrating on something, that made her frown, a crossword clue or perhaps a
Sudoku and her bottom lip pursed slightly downward almost like a wilting pink
rose petal.
He noted that her eye, kind of crinkled up, and that combined with a slight
inclination of her head, gave him the impression she was confused and he
assumed her confusion was over whatever it was she was studying.
He took a sip of Ale and turned his attention to his newspaper and
then he noticed that the room had got brighter, and he looked up to find a
flash of golden light in the hair of the blonde as if her golden curls had
ignited, but it was lit by a shaft of sunlight which had burst through the grey
December skies.
He smiled at the sight of the sun, because it was the shortest day and
to have that short day full of greyness and gloom was quite depressing and he
would have been content with the sun’s appearance for that reason alone, but
then Ben’s gaze fell upon the Blonde again and he realized the sun had made her
squint and this in turn screwed up her nose and caused her to sneeze.
She sneezed quite indelicately and then again and again and this fit of
sneezing had an added interest to him because apart from the obvious effects of
the shaft of sunlight brightening the room, or setting her blonde curls ablaze,
it had also rendered her blouse quite transparent and she had little else on
beneath it.
Each sneeze caused the contents of her blouse to rearrange themselves
rather delightfully within her non-existent garment and her sneezing fit had
taken on a more sensual quality, he took a moment to look around the room and
realized he was the only patron looking in her direction and was therefore
enjoying a private show, but alas all too soon the sneezing stopped, but he was
pleased to see that her breathing had not and he watched with lustful
fascination as she took each subsequent breath, while she was blissfully
unaware that her blouse had become translucent.
Of course, he should have done the gentlemanly thing and looked away
or at the very least alerted her to her situation but in truth he was enjoying
it too much.
Her sneezing fit had obviously rearranged her assets to such an extent
that she needed to make some corrections to the disposition of her assets.
But alas all good things must come to an end and thanks to a thoughtless cloud
the shaft of sunlight was snuffed out and the show was over.
It had been a most pleasant respite and had warmed Ben up more than the fire
and the Brandy, studying her most wondrous topography and he thought it was
amazing how the little things in life, not that they were small by any measure,
but little things can brighten up the dullest of winter days and it may have
been an un-gentlemanly thing to do, ungallant he supposed not to have averted
his gaze, but he preferred to think of it as a Christmas treat, or a gift from
the pagan Gods on the Winter Solstice.
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