The Dire Case of Michaelmas Brait

Michaelmas Brait was not always a sad man. In his younger days he was a carefree spirit, enjoying the bracing breeze of life and looking forward to each day.

But that was before. He pondered his life as he stared at the storm sea at the bottom of the hills. Yes, his life was rough like that. Maybe he had married too young, he thought. Or maybe he was mistaken that she had loved him. He could see no other reason why she should have gone off with Christopher. It's not like the man was an oil painting. But life had tired Michaelmas out. It was so difficult to earn enough money to do any of those wonderful things they dreamed of, like a trip to the mainland, seeing the sights. His wife had often cried about their monotonous life of working and sleeping and raising kids and working some more.

He couldn't really blame her. He wasn't the brightest star in the sky, he knew that. But he had tried his best. He had failed often, but had always tried to pick himself up and carry on. Not that he was entirely satisfied with his performance, but he had tried.

He sighed and stood up. Well, he had written the letter now, telling Ashleigh that he still loved her, and that he was so sorry about disappointing her. And that no matter how long it took, he would not remarry, but would wait for her in case she changed her mind. At least one thing he knew for sure; and that was that he loved her and her only, and she was the only one he would ever love.

He walked slowly down the grassy path back to the village, wondering how he was going to fill his lonely days. The wind was flicking leaves across his path, flapping his jacket open. He buttoned it closed and pulled his cap down as he walked through a small thicket of trees. It's been two years now, he thought, and still he missed her. As he came out of the trees, small birds suddenly flew up. He looked up at them...

Then he became aware that he was not alone. He turned, and she was in the path. "Mr Clack said you would be up here..." Her voice trailed off, as her eyes brimmed with tears. She gazed at the tossing sea for a second and then " I told Chris that I won't be back. He's... Mick, he's not you." Michaelmas felt his heart leaping inside him, as the realisation of her words sent roots down into his soul. "Ash, Ash, I've missed you so much. I'm so sor.." She had touched a finger to his lips. "I read your letter Mick. It wasn't you. I just didn't realise what a treasure I had, until it was gone. And now I need my treasure back, so bad..."

Michaelmas had wrapped her in his arms, the cool wind wrapping her hair around his face. "I love you Ash. Please come back. You never left my heart, you were always there."

Ashleigh was crying softly, happy crying. She said, softly in his ear, "Thank you for waiting for me Mick. Thank you for waiting."

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