A Time To Reap – Episode 33

A Time To Reap

Elizabeth leaned over Andy and put her ear on his chest. His heart was thumping. Relieved, she sat up.

Andy’s eyelids fluttered open. He tried to pull himself up.

“Ouch! Should have seen that coming.” He moved his hands down his torso. “I think he’s just winded me. No broken bones.”

Elizabeth and Tam helped him up.

“I’ll get my bag and do those stitches,” Andy said.

He swayed a little on his feet.

“You’re in no fit state to do anything,” Elizabeth said, torn between taking care of him and worrying about Bonnie Boy.

“I reckon I could do it,” Tam said, “if you give me guidance, Mr Kerr.”

“Could you, Tam?” Elizabeth asked thankfully.

She watched in trepidation as Tam gently lifted the afflicted hoof.

“It’s deep all right,” he said. “Looks like he stood on something sharp.”

He raised his head to look at Elizabeth.

“Like barbed wire.”

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Elizabeth insisted on driving Andy home in his car while Tam followed in her own. Together they helped him into his house.

Elizabeth had never been in it before. It was clean and tidy, but somehow comfortless, a bachelor establishment.

“I’ll phone your colleague, tell him to take over from you today,” she told Andy. “You’ve had a shock,” she said as he protested.

“Occupational hazard of being a vet, a beast’s hind leg.” Andy lifted his legs cautiously on to the sofa.

“And I’m going to pop into the surgery on the way home and get Doctor Scott to come and look at you,” Elizabeth went on.

“No need,” Andy said. “I can tell nothing’s broken.”

“I feel responsible. I’d like him to check you over.”

The pink Mini was outside the doctor’s. Elizabeth looked at her watch. The doctor would be finishing morning surgery and about to start his house calls. It was an odd time for Crys to be there.

As she got out of the car, the door of the surgery opened and Crys came running out. Elizabeth could see that she’d been crying.

Struan Scott stood in the doorway for a moment then went back inside.

Elizabeth held out her arms to her sister.

“What’s happened?”

“He’s getting married!” Crys wailed. “He’s had a fiancée all along!”

Abigail Phillips

Abbie is the newest member of the fiction team at the "Friend." She loves how varied the role is - every day is different and there is always a new story to read. She is keen to work closely with established writers and discover new writers, too.