I was overpowered by feelings I didn’t understand. My head was too heavy for my neck. I swayed a little. From nowhere a strong hand grabbed my arm steadying me, keeping me upright. Nothing felt real. Slowly I turned my head. A masculine hand, almost hidden by shabby black leather, rested on my arm. I almost swooned so strong were my emotions. It had to be him; it had to be the smoking man. Weakly I reached out wanting to hold on and make him stay. His presence was intoxicating. Before I could feel my skin against his, he was gone.
A cold breeze kissed my cheek.
“Hey, what’s up, are you OK?
I turned around to see the solitary figure of Pete, one of my old boyfriends, walking down the narrow deserted street towards me.
“Not really! Something weird just happened.”
“Have you been at the cannabis again?” he asked, a look of genuine concern on his face.
“No, I don’t do that anymore.” Now I was irritated.
“Sorry, you just look really out of it. I tell you what, if you buy me a drink and I’ll lend you an ear?” he said with a big grin on his semi-handsome face. I say semi-handsome because he was irresistible when he smiled, but plain as a pikestaff when he didn’t. He was smiling as he approached so I couldn’t refuse. He took my arm and linked it in his.
“How about Brandy and sofa?” He said.
At least he made me smile, “lets skip the sofa shall we? I’ll take a Brandy and Coke instead. Who’s sofa are you drinking Brandy on these days?” I asked.
“That would be telling!”
“Oh, so she’s married?”
“Come on you’re the one with problems, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I stopped walking and looked at Pete, I hadn’t thought about that. Was I falling in love with a ghost?
This installment is long overdue, but I’ve been traveling and gathering ideas for my books. Clearing my mind of all the thoughts that got stuck there this year and making room for fresh ones. I think it worked. I’m raring to go. Don’t give up on me, I’ve plenty more stories to tell.
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