I like to be your secret. Hot whisper in the night. Dark forest where you run to Drenched in sweet moonlight. The unknown place you come to As the one and only you. The point in all the Universe
Back home four days and it's bliss. Shutting down like the trees is much easier in your own place. I logon for the first time and try my work mail account, just in case it's not been shut down. It hasn't. Email from green eyes sitting there. From four weeks ago. To the day.
These are not his only deformities. It's obvious from the twist of his ancient anorak, it's fur-trimmed hood matted grey, that his body twists like a salmon. Struggling always upstream, in his swing and falter gait.