The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 348) Trapped

Sitting outside under the shelter of the veranda, Lyla and Crispin enjoy the meal as they discuss various topics. Neither seems to be overly eager to talk about serious matters. They discuss the garden and pond, favorite foods, what they like about various cities around the world, most of which Crispin has visited in person. Lyla finds this fascinating and then their conversation leads into dreams they had as children and what they wanted to be when they grew up.

“I’m slightly jealous that you’ve been to so many places.” Lyla says to Crispin. “I always wanted to travel the world and write about different cultures, funny how life can take you down a different path.”

“Yes, we do tend to get sidetracked and before you know it, you’re trapped.” Crispin says in a low tone. “Are you referring to something in particular or as an overall statement?” Lyla quizzes. She wonders if his life feels like a trap to him. It would be a stretch to think he enjoys his work when in a sense; he has no choice in what he does.

“I can easily say both individual and overall. We get so consumed with the task at hand or the goal at the end that the little things which usually mean the most, are swept away.” He states very poetically, he then follows with, “I can hear my Grandmother now.” Crispin adjusts his position, wrinkles up his nose and points at Lyla.

“He is always in the field when luck is on the road.” Crispin laughs while using a funny voice. He then says, “She always said that about my Grandfather.”

Excerpt 348

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