A dance and a devil in the dark (Rousse)

Although we shared the same living space, our marriage was over, and TPR couldn’t care less if I went home with a strange man after the dance.

My ‘man’ wasn’t that strange, although it had to be said that his dancing style was rather ‘jumpy’. Neal was one of my former students, and I happily took his hand at the end of the evening for the walk back to his place (or so I thought).

It was quite trek up the up to the loch, and I was grateful for my hill training on Edinburgh’s Dublin Street. However, things turned nasty when we came face to face with a fat green and red devil, who chased us all the way back down to the town again in the dark.

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