I observe her from two tables away. She frowns as she checks her mobile. Her fingers caress the cup, its contents cold. She glances at her watch, then looks hopefully through the window at the stream of people.
I move closer, take the seat opposite.
She sighs, reaches for her coat and, while she is distracted, I open the news app on her phone. Confused, she reads the headline: ‘Cyclist killed by drink-driver.’
We sob at my image, the scant details of my former life: career, hobbies. No mention of the true love I met at last night’s party.
I move closer, take the seat opposite.
She sighs, reaches for her coat and, while she is distracted, I open the news app on her phone. Confused, she reads the headline: ‘Cyclist killed by drink-driver.’
We sob at my image, the scant details of my former life: career, hobbies. No mention of the true love I met at last night’s party.
