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Hope you are enjoying these very short stories. This one is the first meeting between two people called Beauty and the Farmer.
“Hey.” The rough country voice bellowed. “You there, what do you think you are doing?”
Sharon stopped and turned round. “I’m looking for some lavender.” She watched as the young man approached in his green wellies.
“Lavender?” He was astounded. “You won’t find any here, this is a corn field.”
“Oh sorry.” She looked abashed. “Do you own the field?”
“Yes, and most of the land you can see from here. I’ve farmed it for eleven years now, ever since my father passed away. He bought it on the day of my birth twenty eight years ago.”
‘Umm, four years older than me’ she thought. She smiled shyly as she realised that she was trespassing and needed a good line to get herself out of this one. “Sorry again. I think I’ve destroyed some of your crops.” She looked around anxiously.
“Not too much damage. I’m Mike by the way. What do you need lavender for?”
She was relieved that he didn’t sound quite so cross now.
“I’m Sharon.” She offered her hand. As she shook she felt how rough his skin was. “I work at the local beauty parlour it's used in treatments. You should come in some time.”
He looked shocked. He laughed. “Now there’s a thought. A farmer in a beauty parlour. I don’t think so.”
“It’s my job to do the manicures,” she added with a sly grin.
"Well, I might just pop in sometime then!"
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