The Wedding

GUNTER waited. Another five minutes didn’t seem to matter. He’d already waited twenty-three years. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt. No, nothing could hurt now. Not now she was his. After all these years.

More than once he’d been tempted to give up hope. But Gunter had always known that he could never stop loving her. All his life, every beat of his heart had been hers. Yes, he loved her. He had always loved her. He loved her because she was MAD!

Yes, Pat was no ordinary woman. She was untamable. Wild. She ate with her hands. Drank like a man. Joked with the troops. She was a woman. Every inch a lady. A classy moll Men had died for her. They still did. But now Pat O’Higgins had turned herself over to him. Gunter Larson. Farmer. She was ready to raise pigs and bring up a family. All she wanted now was his love.

But in these last few minutes Gunter had thoughts he didn’t want. Perhaps Pat would be jealous of his love for the soil? The taste of it? The smell of it? Perhaps she would grow bored and run off to the city. But then Gunter smiled. He knew she’d love the soil. He knew because she was MAD!

The End


	The Wedding GUNTER waited. Another five minutes didn’t seem to matter. He’d already waited twenty-three years. A few more minutes couldn’t hurt. No, nothing could hurt now. Not now she was his. After all these years. More than once he’d been tempted to give up hope. But Gunter had always known that he could never stop loving her. All his life, every beat of his heart had been hers. Yes, he loved her. He had always loved her. He loved her because she was MAD! Yes, Pat was no ordinary woman. She was untamable. Wild. She ate with her hands. Drank like a man. Joked with the troops. She was a woman. Every inch a lady. A classy moll Men had died for her. They still did. But now Pat O’Higgins had turned herself over to him. Gunter Larson. Farmer. She was ready to raise pigs and bring up a family. All she wanted now was his love. But in these last few minutes Gunter had thoughts he didn’t want. Perhaps Pat would be jealous of his love for the soil? The taste of it? The smell of it? Perhaps she would grow bored and run off to the city. But then Gunter smiled. He knew she’d love the soil. He knew because she was MAD! The End © Copyright Malcolm Bennett 2010. All Rights Reserved.
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