A late night love story |
the sun enflamed a thousand clouds to furnish its funeral pyre which baleful blazed, stained bright in grief as it bled in its final hour and grey tattered shreds of their burnt remains served as its mourning shrouds. then twilight spread, shapeless dread as all the light leached from the sky and shadows sidled so stealthily through blackened trees and heavy sighed till still, chill darkness engulfed and enveloped them extinguishing every trace, all encompassing in its seamless passing, hour by moonless hour. fields becoming a patchwork stitched with many a neon thread, picked out with the fast moving headlights of all those who travel by night. harshly lit, the car park of the transport cafe is nearly empty save for a lorry or two. inside sits Tess who is large and largely ignored. she sups at a brew as she is wont to do when she passes this way. for no hope in her heart does her longing impart as she waits in case the man of her dreams happens to come in. already she's been here too long but her desire to see him's so strong, then a police car pulls into the park and she gives an involuntary start. a man in blue puts his head through the door casts his gaze round the room, caught her frightened glance which quite sealed her doom. “That your lorry out there?” he asked with a stare “yes. yes it's mine” she replied, stomach churning inside “you've a light out” said he “you had better come see” and he turned with unspoken command, and Tess then followed him round to the rear of her load, and a kiss on her lips he bestowed. pressed her tight in his arms, so she forgot all her qualms her loneliness died as from a pocket he pried a ring to make her his own. there's not too much more to be said, from a cold night to a warm bed, a wedding is planned and the rest of their lives unfold. |