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Cherry wine in Springtime
Doctor D, as he was fondly called, was such an upright and
respected citizen of the small town of Hollybranch, it was no
wonder that the women of the village fell over themselves to be
his patients. Tall, blonde and blue-eyed, he could charm the whiskers
off a leopard.
Not far from the big city, Hollybranch, had always been a popular
tourist attraction with its vibrantly arty community that had
become famous for card-making, its acres of cherry tree orchards,
warm springs, beautiful forests and breathtaking gardens and many
tourists from all corners of the globe had flocked there, via
the city, for their annual art and cherry festival.
Doctor D had always been so careful when selecting his candidates.
They would be traveling alone, single, plain, plump, middle aged
and a little lonely. He would win their confidence with his irresistible
charisma and warm smile, make them laugh heartily and when he
had seen that certain sparkle in their eyes, invite them to his
home behind his practice to see his award winning vegetable garden.
It was usually whilst sipping a glass of his delicious homemade
cherry wine or his divine elderflower cordial and admiring his
enormous tomatoes and zucchini that their eyes would flicker and
then roll back momentarily in their heads before they would slump
to his feet, unconscious. Doctor D would sigh with satisfaction
as he'd walk slowly away to put the needle back onto his favorite
record, Rachmaninov piano concerto no. 3.
Maryann would make such wonderful, rich compost for his new spring
vegetable patch
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© Jane C. Solomon
September 29 2011
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