Twists in the Life of a Spinster

Megan makes plans

Megan twirls the wheel on her mouse, scrolling though the Viking costumes on the web page. Her thoughts roam back to the weekend, to the double re-enactment of her Anglo Saxon group and the Viking group. The audience loved the show and applauded her loudest when she took her bow.

She especially enjoyed her time with her Viking captor, Bjorn, in the privacy of his tent that evening. They had undone their braids, her red hair had mingled with his blond on the sheepskins as they completed the capture he'd started earlier. He had whispered that his name in Norse meant 'Bear'. Whatever, there had been plenty of animal in him.


Wallace is history, she thinks, smiling. Dropping out of the Anglo Saxon group without as much as a text or email. She would make a great Viking, and the snug fitting Viking dresses with bronze shoulder clasps were much more flattering than the dowdy Anglo Saxon tube dresses. She sends the Viking group a quick email, asking to join them at their next gig.


She draws a picture of a cuddly blond bear and is doodling Bjorn's name, while wondering if she should call him. Then her mobile rings.


'Hi, Bjorn,' she said, proud her voice wasn't shaking as much as her hands. 'I hoped you'd call me! I'd love to get together again soon for more bear love!' She pauses and the smile drops from her face.


'Married! You bastard!' She pours out a torrent of mainly four-lettered Anglo Saxon words as she hangs up.