A brief thought for Wicked Wednesday. The prompt: memories
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When I was a girl of almost twenty-one, out walking one day on the chalky hills of the South Downs Way, I met a man much older than me. We walked on together in a torrential rain storm and he made me laugh.
He took me to a private view of some of the most beautiful and accomplished water colours I have ever seen and then he took me to dinner at the Chelsea Arts Club. My impressionable young heart was blown away.
And he took me, knowing that a girl needs a memory she can look back upon and remember with a gentle smile.
Two and a half decades later, whatever befell, this girl still smiles.