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accepting a date with him.
“ Okay Charlie, time to head on home, boy.” Charlie came bounding over to him and walked alongside Ben slowly. There was a young couple strolling on the opposite side of the canal heading away from the cafe bars, seemingly on their way home after dinner, holding hands and sporting smiles wide enough to tell the world they were in love. Ben sighed and breathed in deeply as he turned the corner towards his apartment.
As he walked out of the lift, Ben could hear his landline ringing, he checked the time on his mobile and wondered who could be calling him after eleven o’clock at night. He pushed open the door, let go of Charlie, and rushed for the phone. “Hello.” There was a pause.
“ Hey Ben, it’s me, Tristan; sorry to call so late, I really needed to talk. Steph has taken just about everything that she could carry. Can you believe it, Ben? I got home and walked through the door and there was nothing. She even took my damn coffee machine and you know how much I loved my coffee machine. How dare she, Ben? That stuff was not hers to take, well, most of it wasn’t at least. There was no note, nothing. It’s my house, for God sake. She moved in with me, yes, she bought a few little things to add her mark to the place but that did not entitle her to half my stuff.”
“ Calm down, Tristan. So she took your coffee machine and a few other things, let her have them. Don’t stoop down to her level by reacting to her. It says a lot about the type of person she really was if you ask me. The fact that she couldn’t just walk away without taking your stuff just says it all really. She will be expecting you to react and if you do, you will regret it so just let it be. Trust me, letting this go and saying nothing will annoy her even more. She will be expecting a reaction, Tristan; don’t give her one. Besides, you can replace them. Now might be a good time to redecorate and turn it back into your bachelor pad.”
Tristan sat down in his leather armchair and put his feet up on the foot stool. “Yes, I guess you’re right. There is no way I am letting another woman move in with me in the future. I would rather have a pet, at least they don’t fleece you. By the way, how was the show, did you make it tonight?”
A huge smile formed on Ben ’s face as he conjured up an image of Arianna. “Yes, I was the first one there tonight. It was really cool, Tristan, you should have come with me. The artist has a real unique talent, and his work is sublime. I bought an incredible painting and it’s a one off too. I am going to pick it up on Tuesday.”
Tristan shifted in his chair as he reached for his beer. “Maybe I should have come with you, Ben, it sure would have beaten coming home today.”
Thirty minutes later and feeling much better, Tristan rung off. Ben walked out onto his balcony overlooking the canal below. He had a warm feeling filtering through his veins and he knew this could be attributed to his meeting the beautiful Arianna. He could hardly wait until Tuesday ; he’d decided to ask her out for lunch. He felt dinner was too presumptuous and lunch sounded less intimate and would increase the chances of a “yes” at his suggestion.
Since his mini break to Brighton, Ben had suffered very few headaches and the pain in his lower back seemed to have eased too. He was feeling so much better and could now vision his future more clearly. A trip abroad would be his next holiday; maybe Italy or Greece , he thought to himself as he closed his balcony doors and headed off to bed. Sun and the sea air seemed to be helping his healing process and he wanted more of it. Ben decided he was going to make the next few months really count.
At three o ’clock in the morning, Ben woke up with a start and in a cold sweat, his breathing laboured and his heart pounding. He took a long deep breath as he recalled his nightmare. It was a vision of his own death, it was so real. This was the same dream,
“ Okay Charlie, time to head on home, boy.” Charlie came bounding over to him and walked alongside Ben slowly. There was a young couple strolling on the opposite side of the canal heading away from the cafe bars, seemingly on their way home after dinner, holding hands and sporting smiles wide enough to tell the world they were in love. Ben sighed and breathed in deeply as he turned the corner towards his apartment.
As he walked out of the lift, Ben could hear his landline ringing, he checked the time on his mobile and wondered who could be calling him after eleven o’clock at night. He pushed open the door, let go of Charlie, and rushed for the phone. “Hello.” There was a pause.
“ Hey Ben, it’s me, Tristan; sorry to call so late, I really needed to talk. Steph has taken just about everything that she could carry. Can you believe it, Ben? I got home and walked through the door and there was nothing. She even took my damn coffee machine and you know how much I loved my coffee machine. How dare she, Ben? That stuff was not hers to take, well, most of it wasn’t at least. There was no note, nothing. It’s my house, for God sake. She moved in with me, yes, she bought a few little things to add her mark to the place but that did not entitle her to half my stuff.”
“ Calm down, Tristan. So she took your coffee machine and a few other things, let her have them. Don’t stoop down to her level by reacting to her. It says a lot about the type of person she really was if you ask me. The fact that she couldn’t just walk away without taking your stuff just says it all really. She will be expecting you to react and if you do, you will regret it so just let it be. Trust me, letting this go and saying nothing will annoy her even more. She will be expecting a reaction, Tristan; don’t give her one. Besides, you can replace them. Now might be a good time to redecorate and turn it back into your bachelor pad.”
Tristan sat down in his leather armchair and put his feet up on the foot stool. “Yes, I guess you’re right. There is no way I am letting another woman move in with me in the future. I would rather have a pet, at least they don’t fleece you. By the way, how was the show, did you make it tonight?”
A huge smile formed on Ben ’s face as he conjured up an image of Arianna. “Yes, I was the first one there tonight. It was really cool, Tristan, you should have come with me. The artist has a real unique talent, and his work is sublime. I bought an incredible painting and it’s a one off too. I am going to pick it up on Tuesday.”
Tristan shifted in his chair as he reached for his beer. “Maybe I should have come with you, Ben, it sure would have beaten coming home today.”
Thirty minutes later and feeling much better, Tristan rung off. Ben walked out onto his balcony overlooking the canal below. He had a warm feeling filtering through his veins and he knew this could be attributed to his meeting the beautiful Arianna. He could hardly wait until Tuesday ; he’d decided to ask her out for lunch. He felt dinner was too presumptuous and lunch sounded less intimate and would increase the chances of a “yes” at his suggestion.
Since his mini break to Brighton, Ben had suffered very few headaches and the pain in his lower back seemed to have eased too. He was feeling so much better and could now vision his future more clearly. A trip abroad would be his next holiday; maybe Italy or Greece , he thought to himself as he closed his balcony doors and headed off to bed. Sun and the sea air seemed to be helping his healing process and he wanted more of it. Ben decided he was going to make the next few months really count.
At three o ’clock in the morning, Ben woke up with a start and in a cold sweat, his breathing laboured and his heart pounding. He took a long deep breath as he recalled his nightmare. It was a vision of his own death, it was so real. This was the same dream,
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