Storming heaven

Kane did the sums. Four years for the degree, another three cutting his teeth, then another two or three to get his own business up and running. He reckoned it would take ten years at least by the traditional path.

The alternative was high risk. Bust down every door. Never take no for an answer. Crash or crash through. It was the way he’d always done things.

It didn’t leave much time for attachments. So when Marielle came along—all common sense and careful planning—Kane didn’t know how to respond.

She didn’t need the success he craved, so urgent and fragile. She could wait. They could work things through together, she said. And she showed him how. Soon they were partners.

He cancelled the website launch and marketing campaign. They worked instead on ‘products’. Real things with real value. And sooner than he thought the tactic began paying off.

Slower to eventuate was the relationship he’d felt sure would follow—there could be no denying his attraction. ‘I’ve tried to change,’ he told her; ‘to be less impulsive.’

‘Did I ask you to? I said it wasn’t a good business strategy. That’s all’

Next morning Marielle woke to a garden filled with potted roses. At nine a limo picked her up. It drove straight past the office and on to the airport.


2011—Richard Holt / small stories about love (