The best part of my posting was that it was in a tropical paradise. We were not far from a Hotel which fronted a beautiful beach. I would usually come just after work, when it was too early for the crowd and perhaps have a meal or just a drink, then leave when others arrived and go to the flat I occupied.
I was standing at the end of the veranda, my usual place, looking out at the sea, leaning on the rail when I heard Fiona’s voice and thought I was hallucinating. When I turned I saw her not ten feet away.
As I found her number one in my list of most obnoxious people I wanted to tell her to go far far away, but I didn’t. I smiled, acted friendly.
She was babbling about something, I was listening with half an ear my eyes on the shore, when I saw a man, when I saw Daniel!
Daniel, walking out of the sea, wearing a pair of cut off jeans, his beautiful body muscular and so fine.
He was coming towards me.
I couldn’t believe it. I told myself I was dreaming, I was imagining Daniel. It couldn’t be. But as he came closer, it was Daniel.
I stared, unbelieving as he got closer and closer.