Veronica

Veronica had a toothpaste stain on her black button-up shirt and a plate of cold eggs in front of her. It was immediately apparent that nothing had changed. Well one thing had changed. I had come to the realisation that in a situation like ours, there are only two actions that you can take. You can either let go and walk away. Or you can hold on tighter than ever.

I had arranged this meeting with Veronica, out of the blue, because I had the intention of performing the latter action. However, this was not going to be a simple task. We had not seen each other for three years. And then there was the matter of 'The Curse'.

I noticed her from the moment I walked into the café because she was doing her typical nervous thing. Whilst pretending to read the newspaper she would neurotically survey the room over the top of the page. Pathological behaviour such as this, that most people would find unconscionable, was what made me want her back like nothing I had ever wanted before.