The German Aetrix She had just moved for the 45th time.
Moving every 20 years,
So that nobody noticed that she never aged,
Was one of the inconveniences of being born as an immortal.
I must be 900 years old this year,
She mused as she walked through the front door.
She had been quite specific when she instructed the estate agents.
They always liked a cash buyer with no chain.
The German Aetrix always obliged by selling a property first and going on a cruise before buying the next one.
Old neighbours assumed that she had never returned,
As she must have found a true love.
Everyone wondered why someone so beautiful never seemed to be married.
Like all the others,
This cottage has two bedrooms,
A study for her to write and a large pond in a back garden that wasn't overlooked.
The garden had to be south facing.
She loved the new Google Earth as it made the search so much easier these days.
She put her wellies on,
Walked into the unkempt back garden and over to the pond.
She put her right foot into the pond so the water was just below the top of her boot,
While her left knee sank into the soft grass.
The magic started once again.
All the weeds started to wither and die.
Flowers opened their buds and phototropically aligned to the sun.
Below the ground,
The seeds sensed a tingling from above.
After being on its own migrational holiday,
The ibis,
Which had been her companion for centuries,
Landed on the other side of the pond.
She was sure she saw it wink at her.
So nice to move back to the beautiful Surrey Hills,
She thought.
After a gap of 120 years,
Nobody alive could now possibly recognise her.
