The Flowering Arch

By Amicus

A man with grey hair pauses to rest in a vacant lot behind an old abandoned church. As he sits on a stone bench, a vision greets his eyes. He shakes his head, thinking he is dreaming. But, no. Why? Why him? Who is she? What does she want? Dressed all in white, a long flowing dress, looking like a Princess of yore, she is waiting, waiting just for him. She takes his breath away when she tells him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329013025

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The Flowering Arch

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Author’s Note

Taboo Erotica

Family Exotica

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by Amicus

I was pleased the first time I discovered this particular route for my walk. The first half was tree lined with well-kept lawns and flower gardens and three houses, maybe four, had children playing on porches or swings and trampolines alongside the buildings. Most of the time there was a female in attendance; mother, grandmother or aunt and sometimes a teenaged girl keeping a watchful eye on the young ones.

Over time I noticed I had cultivated a ‘nod and smile’ relationship with some of the women and further down the road two or three more older men and women who seemed always to be puttering in a garden or doing small chores around the houses; we also nodded and smiled at each other and sometimes exchanged a word or two about the weather or the temperature. It took several months, maybe the better part of a year, but my meanderings were politely accepted and became part of the neighborhood. It is a pleasant feeling.

The walk was not the shortest distance between two points as I often detoured, usually on a whim, going around the block instead of following the same street. But my favorite part of the entire journey was the back side of an old abandoned church. The walls were overgrown with Ivy vines, some untended rose bushes and even fragrant honeysuckle in season. The front was open to the street but the back was partially enclosed by a decaying ornamental wood fence. I had wandered into the back, feeling as if I might be trespassing but curious to see what was there.

I felt like I was intruding on someone’s privacy when I first saw the latticed arch gracefully standing in the center of the overgrown backyard. It was more forlorn in wintertime although the vines remained green all year, the other climbing plants and flowers lost leaves and I felt a sense of loneliness and neglect for such a lovely scene. But as winter waned and spring came into full blossom the arch regained its regal stature and I always looked forward to walking there.

I slowed my walk as I neared the church and then came to a stop. I had not considered that the little area around the arch was tended as I never saw evidence of cultivated soil or new plants. But as I thought about it, the arch, the flower bed surrounding it, the graveled walkway and the statuary bench were never littered with fallen leaves or the other detritus of wind and rain. The rest of the surrounding backyard showed the signs of neglect, but not the area around the arch; curious.

I resumed my walk, longer steps now as I anticipated confirming my memory and curiosity. The back of the church property bordered a wooded area with no visible houses through the foliage and each side protected by tall thick deep shrubbery that gave a real sense of privacy to the whole back area. It was my favorite place on the entire walk. I often stopped; sat on the bench and had a smoke.

I slowed my steps alongside the building, looked down and stepped over some decaying fence boards not chancing a rusty nail through my shoe, I took another step or so before I looked up, rounded the corner of the building and glanced at the arch…and stopped breathing.

A vision in white greeted my startled eyes; a long white dress nearly touching the