***UPDATE – a slightly more polished and beautifully type-set version is part of the LOVE ETC book.

(made available to read online for free once-in-a-while or generally with a donation based password.)

[a short story]




I certainly didn’t expect this to happen, but that’s always how it goes, isn’t it? In the midst of another insanely crowded Shoreditch steel-wood-and-glass bar. This awesome girl. She kind-of wades forward, smiling, through a vast ocean of faceless, chatty, after-work binge-drinkers. Venus rising from a foam shell. But draped in a scarlet-red, laser-cut cocktail dress. The most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. At first I think I’m dreaming this, it can’t be me she’s moving towards, smiling at. But she adamantly floats precisely to the place where I’m standing. On invisible angel wings or something. And a couple of seconds later, now only a few steps away from me, she still hasn’t stopped smiling. My knees feel like butter and the situation hits me with utmost sincerity. Hair stiffening on the back of my neck. Fucking hell, I must be dreaming this. Jesus, how unbelievably beautiful this girl is. I’ve never ever seen anyone like her. Black hair,white skin, green eyes. I almost drop my drink, almost shit in my pants, really really really.

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