Posted on September 6, 2009 at 9:13pm
He pushed through the doors of the train and ran along the platform, up the escalator, to find her, to kiss her, to tell her that he would never hurt her again.
Crowds passed by in blurred motion as he pressed forward towards their meeting place, Jimmy’s flower stand. But she was not there. He spun round and searched anxiously through the moving groups of anonymous faces when Jimmy called out, “Hey mate, are you Richard? Some woman left you this note.” He looked down in the dim light… Continue