For the Love of Rosie

This is a strange love story because it deals with puppy love and its possible rebirth in old age. It’s like this. Walter fell in love with Rosie when he was a teenager, but the second world war came along and they drifted apart. Things happened and their lives, once set on a course that was almost likely to lead to them spending their lives together, went along different routes. It is a simple story and I’ve called it a romance but it isn’t a traditional romance. It deals with love, a deep and abiding love that is stronger than any other, but not in the man-meets-woman-marries-woman way. There is a wedding, but not the kind recognised by Authority, but it is acknowledged by time, which is far more satisfying. There is friendship, blood-brother friendship, and half-remembered playing times in the old copse. And there are tragedies, the war, loss, and death. There’s a lot that can happen in a lifetime, and Walter Flint decides when he is in his eighties to remember all of it.