I watched her walk down the silent street towards me, yellow umbrella gleaming against the drab, grey stone buildings. Chestnut boots; I’d noticed them in the cafe when I picked her out. I’d liked the way her long blonde hair framed her face as she leaned over her coffee.
Thunder cracked across an indigo sky. Streetlights flickered in the haze. Edges blurred. Fast falling snow deadened my footfall.
I fondled the slender silk scarf and slowly drew it from my pocket. My fingers tingled. My heart beat slowed. A thrill of anticipation coursed through me.
My first, but not my last.