…After a close warm exchange of pleasantries with Melvia, Mr Shmorton left his secret meeting room in high spirits.
Still full of post-date feelings, with a self-satisfactory smile wandering on his face, he paced to a small window that looked into the back yard of the store.
The picture he saw made him generate a wild sound of a hungry wolf in a winter night, the howl he once heard in his adventures in snowy lands of Jack London’s heroes.
The sound of despair, self pity, something lost forever…
No one knows how far the poor man’s spirits could lead him, if he weren’t invited for a walk with Kristina (on the picture), Melvia’s pet, who was now smiling and ‘dancing ‘impatiently next to Mr Shmorton's Berluti.
According to their family archives, Kristina arrived into Melvia’s life seven years ago and happily traveled with Melvia and her consecutive partners ever since…
“Darling, Mrs Shmorton ‘sang’ from her sofa, time for a walk”
The whole kaleidoscope of emotions ran through Mr Smorton’s body, starting at nerves endings and finishing at the top of his tongue arranged in a strictly alphabetical order:
“Blast, bloody, bugger, damn, fu…” he went and went on.
“Are you still here?” Melvia enquired?
“No”, groaned Mr Shmorton, grabbing Kristina to answer a call of her dog’s nature.
Have a great week and till next time in the epz-air
PS: Thank you for your comments and sorry for the delay: there were so many variants of a plot development, hard to take up one