Jeremy Petersen

outside, it might even snow. Aberdeen in January, dark, freezing and forlorn at the moment. Things have just looked up though as you Dawn, the woman I arranged to meet here in this Travel Inn, have just turned up. We kiss lightly and smile. It’s so good to see you again. We sit by the fire and talk about our day. I listen to your voice intently, watching your lips move, watching the way your hand holds the glass and the way you sip the wine. I look at your eyes flashing in the light from the fire. Your face turned golden by the flames. I could listen to you all night so long as I can look at you. There is something about you Dawn; I can’t quite put my finger on it. You are certainly an attractive