Read by Matilda Longbottom

EEvery time he stepped into the studio for his private Pilates session, Liam beamed, handing over a bag of luscious, garden-fresh produce that seemed to carry a secret message. “Oooh, Liam likes you,” Matt, my cheeky elderly co-worker, teased. I shrugged it off, claiming they were just surplus veggies, but deep down, those gifts whispered a tale of kindness.

In the evenings, my small studio apartment transformed into a haven for Liam’s offerings, each piece a reminder of the man with kind eyes and a lopsided smile. Winter approached, and as the world plunged into uncertainty, Liam’s gifts slowed, then ceased. The boutique Pilates studio shuttered, leaving me alone in my gray apartment, contemplating the solitude of a world swept empty.

A ray of light pierced through the gloom when the studio owner called, announcing online classes. Liam was my first virtual client, and as the screen connected us, warmth flooded my chest. I glimpsed into his cluttered yet cozy apartment, a stark contrast to my minimalistic abode.

Weeks passed, and Liam’s virtual tours extended to his sunny allotment. The verdant tapestry of herbs, fruits, and vegetables painted a picture of his passion. “Restrictions are lifting in three weeks’ time. Come over and have a look,” he invited, planting the seeds of anticipation.

On a sunny day, a month later, I pedaled to his allotment, forty minutes from home. As I approached, Liam welcomed me with a grin, unlocking the gate to unveil a world of green abundance. Rows of garden beds stretched out, each bursting with life. Some meticulously arranged, others wild and free, they mirrored the gardener’s soul.

Under a cherry tree, we marveled at its almost-finished bounty. Cynara, artichokes, and a riotous bed of growth, buzzing with bees, showcased Liam’s horticultural masterpiece. He handed me rhubarb stems, a childhood delight, and beans for good measure.

Frequent visits to Liam’s allotment followed, weaving a bond that extended to his cozy apartment during the cold months. Inspired by his green thumb, I welcomed a tomato plant into my home. “That won’t grow well in a flat,” Liam warned, but I smiled, determined to make it flourish on my sunny windowsill.

As my tomatoes ripened, I packed a bag and cycled to Liam’s place. His eyes widened as he unpacked my treasures, and a delightful realization dawned upon us. “Wow, you really did it! The student is overtaking the master,” he exclaimed, tentatively extending his arms.

“Just giving back,” I replied, stepping forward into a future blossoming with friendship. ❖

About the Author: Kathrin Spinnler grew up in a small town near Bern, Switzerland, surrounded by the stunning alpine countryside. Now living in North London, she works as a content writer and language teacher. When not working, you can find her curled up reading a book or hiking around the local green spaces.