Conway Hill

The little boy's idea of heaven was sitting on Conway Hill watching the life unfold in all directions before him.

It was a long time since Ethan had been a little boy, but he still loved Conway Hill.

On reaching the summit he spied the human he had loved almost as long.

Faye was pretending to ignore the fact he was in her eyeline. He knew by her face she had been thinking and wanted to talk.

‘Nice of you to come.’

‘Sorry I met Stan.’

Ethan kissed Faye.

‘Who’s Stan?’

‘The man who used to live next door to my grandmother.’

‘Ok’

‘The last time I saw him I was nine.’

‘A lot to talk about then?’

‘He told me then I had already met the love of my life.’

‘I see and who is this may I ask?’

Faye folded her arms.

‘You, of course.’

‘Um. Is that so?’

‘You know I love you, don’t you?’

‘Well, I’ve never been told.’

‘I do see us as being together till we’re old.’

‘Ethan McConville, are you saying what I think you’re saying?’

‘What do you think I’m saying?’

She hit his arm.

‘No, you don’t I’ve waited long enough for you to tell me anything, if this is what I think it is you have to say it.’

‘Faye Montgomery I love you, I’ve always loved you and I always will, Marry me.’

‘I think we better tell people we’re together first, don’t you?’

‘Well I’m not messing about, lets tell them now and see when the vicar can fit us in.’

‘What?’

‘There’s a lot to sort out, where will we live for a start I can’t keep sneaking you into my place?’

‘You can move in with me, the new place I’m moving to has plenty of room.’

‘What new place?’

‘I only looked this morning.’

‘When did you plan all this?’

‘On my way up Conway, it’s a very big hill.’