Morpethroad

If there was one thing everyone loved about Josie Fraser it was her chatoyant personality. There was a lustre to her that attracted you instantly only to be further enhanced by the multi layers of this wonderful woman’s colourful character. There was nothing oily nor unpleasant about her.

Her book had been ten weeks on the best sellers list which further enhanced her reputation as a world traveller and authority on all things Afghan. It was her serene nature that had enabled her to spend so many years amongst the noble Afghan’s and so produce a text that won her worldwide acclaim.

There was something about standing next to her that led you believe there was a nimbus surrounding her, like an aura you could not get enough of. You were attracted to this serene and humble woman and when she spoke her words, though crisp in delivery left you feeling you were standing in the presence of a living saintlike woman. Her posture always gave out the air of someone who knew her stuff, who took no rubbish from anyone and would never attempt to slather you with falsehood or untruth in order to attract your attention.

I was lucky to be able to interview her in her home, a stately mansion on the headland overlooking the Pacific Ocean. She was reclining on an old divan when I entered. From my first question it was clear that she had an agenda and it was to induce me to support and to write for my newspaper an article in support of her pet cause the preservation of Afghan artefacts in danger of being destroyed forever with the current unrest in that country.

There was one thing I came away with that day and that was that Josie Fraser was a passionate woman, dedicated to a cause she firmly believed in.

Written for: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/06/30/wordle-15/