A Conspiracy of Ravens
My morning walk with the dogs: there is a figure jogging towards me on the beach, a small dog trotting at his heels. I turn to walk the other way.
“Kirstie!” Ben’s voice carries on the breeze. “Kirstie....”
I ignore him and keep walking.
After a minute or so, there is panting and Ben appears at my side, breathing heavily.
“Kirstie, please….”
Perhaps I should find another place to walk….
“…. We need to talk,” he says.
“I don’t think so. I saw your idea of talking.” I keep moving, stepping up my pace a little, doing everything I can to discourage the conversation.
“Please, Kirstie. Do you want me to apologise? Alright, I apologise. Is that good enough for you?”
I stop, turning to face him. “What exactly are you apologising for?”
His face falls. “I’m apologis
