Donovan stood smoking on the deck of a cruise ship, selecting the empty side so that he could be alone with himself.
No one might understand why he was so happy to have taken this cruise alone. To have made his decision, gone through with it.
He’d handed his cell phone to a friend of his, Mac, who was the only person he had told; “I’m going on a nice quiet cruise. If anyone calls, that’s all they need to know.”
Mac had nodded, he didn’t need explanation.
To have had to put it into words would spoil it, raise questions.
Donovan was here so that no one could spoil his day.
Finishing his smoke he went to his cabin, freshened, then on a walk about, seeing couples and single-Os like himself.