Rock Me Gently_Havenwood Falls Novel by Susan Burdorf

Author:Susan Burdorf [Burdorf, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ang'dora Productions, LLC
Published: 2018-05-24T18:30:00+00:00

The Sands of Time

(Brett Rhys-Falwyck solo album: Oceans)

Written and sung by Brett Rhys-Falwyck

Lazy Sunday morning

rain on the windowpane

and I let myself go

I let myself go

Whispered conversations

told in the rustlings of sheets

secrets unfold

secrets unfold

Time passes like sand

in the hourglass

silence breaks

silence breaks

Sighs fall like leaves

before winter snow

waiting

waiting

Chapter 10

Not for the first time, Brett wondered what he was thinking, then he wondered if he had time for a drink. Reluctantly, he turned from the airport bar with its tantalizing cornucopia of liquor on shelves set against the back wall to the bottle of plain water he set on the table in front of him.

Things were progressing with the lawsuits, and he’d told his lawyer he was going out of town for a few days to work on a music camp with some high school kids, something the lawyer said would be great publicity and make him look good in the eyes of the court, so he approved the trip. Not that he needed his lawyer’s approval to know he was doing the right thing, but it still made him feel a little better that at least there was some action going on. Doing something was better than doing nothing, as his mother used to say.

Fueled by the memory of his mother, he’d left his house with little trepidation, but now that he was actually here, he was having second thoughts. And third thoughts. And fourth thoughts.

Brett wished his lawyer had stopped him from going. What if he hated it there? It was Colorado, after all. And it was April. How crazy did a California guy have to be to go to a state like Colorado during a time when the weather could be so unpredictable?

“Pretty darn crazy,” he muttered as he took a long swallow of the cool water. It soothed his throat, and he found he didn’t even miss the harder stuff he’d gotten into the bad habit of drinking lately. His mother would be proud of him.

He smiled, a slow grin that spread across his face, lightening his mood considerably. A woman, dressed for business in a dark pantsuit and white blouse, looked over at him with a welcoming grin, thinking his smile was for her. He ignored her, turning instead to look at a harried mother with three children tugging at her clothing as she tried to pay for their fries and chicken tenders.

Her panicked expression as she looked through her bags for her wallet touched him, and he stood up, not realizing what he was doing until he got there. He took out his wallet, handed the guy behind the counter his card, and paid for her food.

“Oh, thank you,” she said with a grateful expression. “I know my wallet is here someplace, but . . .” She spread her hands to her three children who were now standing close to her, eyes wide and curious, as if for protection from the stranger.

“Here you go,” the guy said, handing Brett the tray and his card.

“Oh, here, I’ll take that,” the woman said.

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