What can YOU say in six sentences?
W hen he saw the girl he was overwhelmed with a very odd feeling—she was unconventionally pretty, too lanky, hair of a carrot-top kid growed-up, freckles everywhere, off-white strong but wonky teeth and pale blue eyes of the white-spumed sea, Ireland perhaps or the Faroes, and her eyes met his and something happened to him.
He thought she must be perfect, he knew she would be his and so she became, for sometimes the will is simply that strong.
Theirs became a perfect life. Yes, a long perfect life, because that is what he believed, knew, when he first saw her, and while it was true they were angry now, this would be rectified by a hug, murmurred words spoken into her thick hair, as it always had been in the past.
He had been waiting on the city library steps for many hours when she finally came and he stepped towards her, and in the aftermath few people agreed on what had actually taken place except perhaps that the cop's taser had been an over-reaction.
But as the leader in the Post put it the next day, this is the kind of thing you can expect in the city when under-funded psychiatric wards get emptied during tourist season.