Marigold (2)

Marigold answers an ad in the paper.

Marigold walked to the post box with a spring in her step. Mmm, I wonder if my age is against me, sixty is a bit old, but if he's a decent man he won't mind that. I am mature but not too old for sex.

One week went by, but still nothing, no reply to her letter. She began to get depressed, but by the middle of the second week a letter arrived in the post. She tore it open with relish.

'I am so sorry I took so long to reply, but I had to leave for Capetown, so maybe email would be more convenient. And he promptly gave his email address Dave Peters was the man's name and he'd sent a beautiful recent photo.  He nevermentioned her age at all. This is just what I am looking for. I wonder how long it will be before we can meet. She went to her laptop and wrote an email, attaching a photo from ten years ago; only a slight deception, she thought, but what the hell, this man is really hot. Marigold was smitten. She wrote about her life in the garden suburb she lived in and said how dull it had become since losing her husband a while ago.

She asked him if he'd been married before and general questions about  his job and his time abroad. She clicked on SEND full of expectation. Over the next few hours she kept checking her inbox; nothing. Then, just when she was giving up, something appeared in her inbox. It was a beautiful email with another wonderful photo.