2781. A little romance © Bruce Goodman 11 July 2023

What Colleen hadn’t been told about the handsome man coming to work on the farm wasn’t worth hearing. He was a god. He was the most handsome thing since sliced bread. He was intelligent, sporty, fun-loving. Everything he touched turned to gold – the Midas touch! He could ride a horse like no cowboy on earth. And sing! Oh my goodness, an Irish tenor! By the end of the first verse of “Oh Danny Boy” the entire audience would be blubbering into their tissues. It was natural that Colleen looked forward to his arrival. She lived and worked on the farm way in the country. She was in her twenties. No man had asked her out on a date for ages. To be fair there simply weren’t any single men about in the backblocks. Perhaps the arrival of Edward Creswell would be the start of something wonderful. After all, Colleen was very pretty, and modest, and gracious, and charming. She had even said aloud, “How do you do! My name is Colleen Creswell!” The two names seemed to go together. The time of the arrival arrived. Gathering all the calmness she could muster, Colleen approached the car. Out stepped a god! A veritable god! And so gracious! He kissed Colleen’s hand, and in a voice so mellifluous that not even a nightingale could compare, he said: “Would you mind so much if my wife stayed with us?” Colleen laughed. They had played this game a dozen times. Her husband could be silly as a chicken. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story