The Cosy Castle on the Loch_Spring by Alice Ross

Author:Alice Ross [Ross, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-13T18:30:00+00:00

‘Do you like it?’ Joe pressed in the living room later that evening.

‘I think it’s fabulous,’ exclaimed Morag, cheeks flushed. ‘Ooh, how exciting it all is.’

Flora gaped at the roll of wallpaper her fiancé was clasping – partly unfurled to provide a better view of the gold floating feathers set against a grey background. Not that the feathers or the background remotely interested her.

‘I know we should really have chosen it together,’ Joe chirped. ‘But it was on special offer in the shop next to the plumbing merchants. Half price – from thirty quid to fifteen. And they only had two rolls left.’

Flora wondered how many other men in their early twenties would demonstrate such enthusiasm for wallpaper. Not many, she’d bet. And certainly not Noah. Which set her mind scurrying down a worrying track – one that had her wondering what would enthuse Noah. Quickly remonstrating with herself for such ridiculous - and disloyal – musings, she effected a mental U-turn and herded her thoughts back to the present. And the wallpaper.

‘I thought it could go on the chimney breast in the lounge,’ Joe ploughed on. ‘A feature wall, isn’t that what they call them?’

‘Goodness, Joe. Have you been watching house makeover programmes?’ sniggered Morag.

‘Got to keep up with the terminology, Mor,’ he replied with a wink. Then to Flora, ‘I can take it back if you don’t like it.’

Flora heaved a sigh. Since her last attempt to talk to him - in the pub, which had been well and truly scuppered by Noah – there’d been no opportunity for her to raise the wedding topic again. Which made her realise that she needed to create one – right now.

‘Let’s go for a walk,’ she suggested, springing to her feet.

Joe’s brow crinkled. ‘A walk? I thought we were going to watch a bit of telly. There’s that new drama series starting tonight.’

Flora fought the urge to roll her eyes. If she didn’t vent the words that had been brewing inside her like a frustrated storm since the proposal, she had the horrible presentiment she might explode. She had to put an end to it now. Before he bought a toaster with matching kettle. Or a knockdown pedal bin. Or a set of his and hers towels. ‘Please, Joe. I really need some air,’ she insisted.

At precisely the moment Joe’s mobile squawked.

His face paled as he took the call. ‘My mum’s had an accident,’ he informed them a few seconds later. ‘She’s in hospital.’

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