Across the arc of elegant architecture he walked, steadily diminishing from view above the smooth flowing water which flowed relentlessly like time; relentless and silent.
She'd ordered the taxi, quickly dipping back to reception then returning,hoping to catch another glimpse of the smartly clad sensual soul who had shared her bed the night before; shared her body, her passion, her mind. Earlier, the farewell had been close, measured and perfectly balanced with warmness of arms and hands and mouths, eyes looking further in, holding on to more.
Simultaneously it seemed, both of them had looked back after the farewell, both smiling, both knowing.
Almost there.
Almost across to the other side, suddenly disappearing, then reappearing just as quickly, he climbed the steps.
Still measured.
Still beautiful.
Standing in the crispness of that bold morning, the sunlight filtering through, she still watched. Business attire helping her to blend with the suits walking past and the glances she ignored.
Walking across the distant carpark she noticed the dark figure approaching his car, the boot raised, then lowered. She remembered the car keys, along with everything else, left completely trustingly when she'd been in Last On The Right some moments alone, whilst dutiful calls were made after their first few hours of fucking, lovemaking and intimate gentleness from window ledge to bed...from afternoon until sunset...from darkness until sunrise...from sunrise until now.
And now, he was gone.
Silently, the sleek silver saloon pulled up.
'Taxi for Mrs ____?'
She smiled at the error, her Christian name being used as her married name.
It was just as it should be.
