Thursday, 2 October 2025

In the Village of Pepperstock Green – Chapter (134) – Maxine the Muse

 

December

 

Jeff Forman couldn’t imagine who would be knocking on the door at 7 am on Christmas morning, but he opened it anyway and found Maxine’s Aunt Anne standing there.

“Happy Christmas Anne” he said

“Happy Christmas Jeff” she responded but without any real conviction.

“Have you seen Maxine?” she asked “I saw her coming this way last night when I was walking the dog”

“I went to the cottage to wish her Happy Christmas and there’s no sign of her and her bed hasn’t been disturbed” she continued pacing the small hallway.

“All the lights are still on but there’s no sign of her and I’m really worried”

“Shhh” he said putting a finger to his lips “Come here Anne, she’s asleep in the lounge”

She crept to the door and had a glance through the gap into the sitting room.

“How long?” she asked

“Over six hours” he replied

“She obviously feels safe with you” Anne said

“I won’t wake her” he said

“I’m sorry you have been disturbed like this” she added

“Nonsense, I enjoy having a beautiful girl for company at Christmas”

“You think she’s beautiful?” she asked

“Of course, doesn’t everybody?” he asked

Anne smiled at him and kissed his cheek “Happy Christmas Jeff” she said

“Christmas Dinner is at 3 o’clock”

 

After Anne had left, he finished his drink and the lack of sleep suddenly caught up with him and he knew he had to sleep.

He didn’t want to leave Maxine to wake up on her own, but he was too tired to sleep in an armchair.

He thought for a moment and then went into the bedroom and got out the spare duvet before returning to the lounge.

He carefully drew back the throw from around her small frail frame and then picked her up.

“Hmmm” she murmured as he held her, then he carefully carried the beautiful featherweight little creature into the bedroom.

Jeff laid her on top of the duvet and covered her with the spare.

He then went out and turned off the lights and locked the front door before returning to the bedroom and gently slipped between the duvets to lay down beside Maxine.

“Hmmm” she murmured as she snuggled in against him, so he put his arm around her and drifted off into a contented sleep.

 

It was remarkable how life can surprise you, when he rented Honeysuckle Cottage it was only ever intended as a short let, but he knew when he woke up in bed next to a smiling Maxine on Christmas morning, he would never leave the village.

The book was well under way now and he could easily have moved back to civilization, but while he had struggled with a particularly troublesome chapter, she had become his muse and his love.

 

Maxine, who had for so long held the world at arm’s length and avoided forming emotional attachments of any kind for fear they might lead to her heart being broken again, never imagined the course of events would take after she rescued the panicky man lost in the woods.

She certainly never imagined she would wake up in his bed three months later or that she would have fallen in love with him.

 

When they woke up, they just lay beneath the cozy comforting warmth of the duvet and talked for an hour, all the unsaid things they had wanted to say in the weeks preceding Christmas when they had lost their hearts, before they reluctantly agreed that they needed to move as they couldn’t disappoint Aunt Anne.

Jeff got up first and showered shaved and dressed then Maxine showered while he warmed up the car.

When she had redressed, he drove her to her house, where she finished getting ready and he waited in the house.

It was the first time he had been inside there and it had an almost museum feel to it, no wonder she was always wandering.

They left the car outside Maxine’s house and prepared to walk the hundred yards or so to Aunt Anne’s when it began to snow.

“This is the best Christmas ever” she said and took hold of his hand

“It’s a perfect Christmas” he concurred and kissed her

 

The moment they walked in through the front door of Annes he realized the wisdom of leaving the car at Maxine’s because he would not be using it anymore that day as Uncle Norman thrust a cocktail of gargantuan proportions and indeterminate strength into his hand and he had no reason to suppose it wasn’t to be the first of many.

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