I found myself, confidence restored, skinny dipping in the early mornings. Icy shock releasing irresistible endorphins, it became a habit.
Rising from the lake that day, I saw him through the mist. It seemed that, now, I was neither alone nor invisible.
George, from accounts, standing beside my clothes.
I felt no shame. Nothing beyond a slight anxiety that my flask of tea was not enough to share.
Handing me my towel, he asked ‘Why don’t you flash your story?’