Michelle Neilson

Mary Jane

Hold the gate! Dee shouted to Dave. He was deaf in one ear but always managed to hear when she was close by. His deep green eyes would light up when he saw her, and he was always the first to wave with his beaming smile when they crossed paths at the marina. Today was no different. Scanning his security fob and waiting for the click to release the bolt, Dave waited as Dee raced towards him with a wobbly wheelbarrow piled high like a double ice cream cone.