'Any particular reason?
'Just thought it was time. How are you getting on with the writing?'
Kenneth noted how adept she was in veering away from a topic without being offensive or giving explanation. How often she didn't give direct replies when questions of a more intimate nature were posed. Once more she had deflected him from the personal.
The path led downwards and trees gave way to rocks. Up ahead Kenneth saw an opening. A fissure, just large enough to allow the passage of one person.
'This is my surprise. If you go through the opening you'll arrive in a cave of strangely shaped stalactites and stalagmites. The water is so clear you'll feel obliged to swim across to the small sandy beach. It's a magical place. Take some time there.
Feel the calm. Think about your heart's desire
