Jeanie sat in her office dreaming of changes to her life. The mundane existence had dragged her down to a point that nothing except routine existed. Her father’s death had provided the perfect excuse for her to hide away. After a family emergency and a chance meeting with an old flame Jeanie realises love has more to offer than lies and deceit. Offering security James supplies her with a plan for escape. By this time death follows her wherever she goes and no matter how she tries to escape she feels its cold finger pressing onto every last breath. The embers of his cigarette looked like small clouds floating around the window gathering speed in the frosty air. James watched her intently until she turned the corner at the church, he could still smell the vague oily residue around the room. Taking the last drag he breathed the smoke out longingly, the room seemed cold and vacant and without question he missed her. Shaking his head he sat on the bed reminiscent of the events from last night. Imagining Jeanie’s soft skin pressed against his body he couldn’t help but feel pleasure and every inch of him pricked with excitement, she was the one. She had to be. He had walked away from a life that he had known just to be with her, his family had begged him not to go, but they didn’t know Jeanie like he did. He had walked away from long term relationship in which he had been supported avidly during medical school. There was no question of that but the only woman to truly see him was Jeanie. Starring at the ceiling he remembered how sex felt in his previous relationship, but that was it, it was just sex. For the first time in six years he had made love, and it felt amazing. She had never made him react the way Jeanie did, what he couldn’t shake about Jeanie was that she played on his mind. He had imagined being with so many times, her laugh, her smile she was the first and last thing he thought about. Reaching for his shirt the damp collar smelt of her, breathing it in he smiled, he felt alive, free she had liberated him and she didn’t even know. Putting on his jacket he made his way the small winding stairs. Her scarf hung gracefully from the hook on the back of the door. Taking it down he wrapped it around him breathing her in deeper.
Good night was it. You know Doc she’s a good girl you don’t lead girls like that astray… James took hold of his hand and shook it firmly, I know Jim that’s why I’m marrying her….
