The sun set low over the rippling ocean throwing a red glow into the western sky, the last fingers of sunlight illuminated the rock face on which I was standing. Out beyond the shoreline a solitary boat crested the low waves as it made its way out to the fishing grounds. As the lower shore disappeared in the lengthening shadows I thought of Kathleen’s last farewell.
 
 It was like a dream come true. I first saw her as she walked across the parkland, her auburn hair floating in the summer breeze, her long legs striding out across the newly cut grass. She turned her head, and, as if sensing that I was watching her, a slow smile spread across her face. I knew it was for me. My heart quickened, and I walked faster to fall in beside her.

The scent of her body assailed my nostrils, I felt giddy with emotion, and could not bring myself to speak. She just tilted her head and said, ‘Hello.’ Her jade eyes held a seductive invitation, as if to visit a far off eastern land where love and sensuality walked hand in hand caressed by heady fragrances. She reached up as if to kiss me, her hidden breasts strained up through the silken covering of her blouse, I felt my heart would burst at the wonder of it all.

‘Oh, there’s my bus I must run,’ was Kathleen’s last farewell!