She came into our lives as people often do, without warning, without fanfare, introduced with a passing remark, let’s welcome the newcomer and then let’s get back to business, firstly.

I shot her a warm smile and as soon forgot, just another drone beside us, cranking papers from the inbox to the outbox in steady piles, each day the same as the one preceeding; stamps, signatures, please initial there until the inevitable mid-life crisis intervenes if we don’t find some way to make it out alive; we did but so many others couldn’t.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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