Bron-54

Continued from Chapter 53: Bron-53 | ABCtales

Bron exited Sloane Square tube, sharp left, heading for Sloane Street. Then she did a double-take, spun round on her heel. “Mynwen!”

“Bron! That’s bloody amazing! Haven’t seen you since that time with Ger, in that old Vulture place!”

“What on earth are you doing here?

“Er…I kind of live here now. Sort of…”

“Living on the King’s Road? YOU?”

“It’s Ger’s flat, really. But I come down here at weekends, when I’ve got time off.”

“Are you and Ger, sort of … together, then?”

“Yes … You know that time in that funny old Vulture place, I was moaning about the long coach ride up to Middlesbrough?”

“Yes…”

“Well, he flew me up to Teesside Airport in his plane - just like that!”

“Duw! NO!”

“Yes! And we made, we made…”

“You had it off together? In his plane? You could have crashed!”

“No, silly - we went to a hotel in Middlesbrough.”

“So you and Ger are a thing…an item, then?”

“Yeah, pretty much. His wife’s still on the scene, though.”

“How does that work out?”

“Oh, we get on fine. Even go on trips together – Samantha, Ger, the kids, all in the Cessna. South of France, Italy, Belgium…”

“Belgium?”

“Just the once. Bruges. It’s lovely. You know Bron, that could have been you, you know? Ger’s still nuts about you.”

“I’ll file that one away for future reference.”

“By the way, Bron. I hear you’re married…”

“Sort of married. We did it in the field at Tan-y-Bryn. Got the Reverend Gwynfor to read the service.”

“I would have come, but I didn’t see the invite until I got back from Corsica. Sorry about that…”

“Oh, that’s OK.”

“Did Sian really bake you a giant dildo cake?”

“Crowned the little bitch with it. I see you’re keeping up with all the Llanfair gossip.”

To be continued in Chapter 55