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Sparrow Hopkins sat in the small rotunda,
gazing out into the surrounding
gardens. Dappled sunlight filtered
through the trees, creating patterns
on the well manicured lawns. Several
gardeners were working on the nearby
flower beds, and a slight breeze brought
with it the rich aroma of freshly turned
Sparrow looked down at the intricate
embroidery in her lap. Her grandmother
had first taught her this delicate art when
she was a child and she’d never lost
the love for it. She’d always found the
practice soothing, allowing her mind to
wander whilst stitching glorious works of
As she sewed, Sparrow thought back over
the last twelve months. Being at OWL’s
Haven, had given her so much joy. The
warm welcome she had been shown by
the community had revived her
personality and for the first time in years,
she felt genuinely happy.
Callie, one of the resident cats, wandered
in and rubbed her sleek tortoiseshell
body against Sparrow’s leg. Theoretically,
she belonged to Louise and Caro, but
her sociable nature had various residents
trying to claim her as their own. As for
Callie, she managed to share herself with
everyone whilst graciously declining
to belong to anyone, a feline trait that
Sparrow greatly admired.
Bending down, she stroked the soft fur,
smiling as Callie rolled over for a tummy
Sparrow looked up to see Daphne
Williams standing at the entrance.
“Hello,” she replied with delight. Noticing
Daphne’s hesitation, Sparrow beckoned
“I’m not intruding, am I?” Daphne asked,
taking a seat on the sofa next to her.
Sparrow shook her head. “No, not at all,
Callie and I are just enjoying the day.”
Callie rose and walked over to observe
the Willie wagtails swooping around the
Daphne shook her head, watching the
cat. “She hasn’t got a chance of even
getting near those little fellows. They’ll
drive her crazy and as soon as she gets
close, they’ll fly off laughing.”
Callie’s tail flicked as the birds swooped
even closer to the bougainvillea growing
around the sides of the rotunda.
“Sounds like my first girlfriend.” Sparrow
Intrigued, Daphne turned to face her,
leaning back and stretching her long legs
out in front of her. “Really? That sounds
like a story. What happened?”
Recommencing her stitching, Sparrow
smiled. “I was in my late twenties and had
only recently accepted I was a lesbian. I’d
had a few liaisons, but was waiting to be
romanced and wooed. We met at a party
and at the end of the evening she made
a huge song and dance about wanting
to take me out. Wouldn’t take no for an
answer. Honestly, I thought I was going
to have to leave town. She plied me with
chocolates and flowers, took me out to
dinner, tried to convince me that I was
the only girl for her. I’d heard rumours
about her ‘love them and leave them’
history, so I resisted for as long as I could,
but I was young, and she was incredibly
good looking and very funny. I did so
want to believe everything she told me.
She was in the Navy and was stationed
nearby. All very hush-hush in those days,
though. Couldn’t let on that she was a
lesbian. Finally one night, after a
particularly romantic evening and rather
too much wine, I said yes.”
Sparrow looked at Daphne, who was
watching her intently.
“Well it was quite amazing for about four
weeks; I fell head over heels in love with
her. But then the phone calls and dinner
invitations slowed and the
flowers stopped altogether. The next
thing I knew she was chasing some other
young woman, and I was left nursing a
“Damn,” said Daphne softly.
Sparrow nodded. “Damn indeed. I was so
cross with myself. I should have known it
wasn’t a serious relationship for her, but...
well, you do rather hope, don’t you?”
Bored with the birds, Callie strolled back
over and leapt nimbly onto the sofa
between the two women.
Daphne gave the cat a gentle scratch.
“So what happened next? Did you meet
Embroidery forgotten, Sparrow looked
into the distance as she remembered.
“Well, you never think you are going to
recover from your first love, do you? But
several years later I fell in love with the
most wonderful woman, and the two of
us had such a life together. We travelled
the world and saw things I’ll never forget.
Over twenty years together; then one
day, out of the blue, she comes home and
says she’s leaving. No ifs, buts or maybes.
Despite me begging her, she refused to
“TIMES OF OUR LIVES”
BY JANE WATERTON
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