in the rain

Walking through the drizzle for some exercise and air and a break from the insanity of the corporate world I ventured into the supermarket to purchase a bag of crisps to satisfy the often insatiable appetite I have for that particularly unhealthy commodity and, once I had paid for them, I decided to walk back into the shop to have a look at the beer and wine to see if there were any good deals on my favourite items. There weren’t, so I walked on towards the exit but as I passed the cider I noticed a lovely figure with beautiful, dark, flowing hair examining the bottles. Upon closer investigation I noticed it was you. I pinched your arm and we began to speak. You put your basket down as it was so heavy and I helped you to choose a bottle of cider. I carried your basket and helped you choose dinner. I wished we were choosing something to share and felt envious of the one who would be sharing the feast with you. We packed your bags together and then walked back together in the pouring rain. You insisted that I put my hood up and I did… you said that you were worried about me. We arrived back and you asked if I had any time left. I lied and said I had fifteen minutes (I was actually due back) and you suggested we go and sit on the sofas in the training area. We joked and took our wet coats off… it may not have seemed like much but it meant so much to me.

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