Spring Walk Through the Woods
Marian came through my office door late in the day, looking good as always. She looked very cool in her t-shirt, shorts, running shoes and white, calf length socks, witnessing to the positive change in the weather. I swiveled in my desk chair and looked her up and down. ‘Glad you could make it by,’ I said, ‘how may I help you?’ ‘Ah, c’mon Mack. It’s nice outside and I want to take a walk in the woods before supper.’ Her brown eyes peeked at me over her sunglasses and her lips were in a mock...