He was just there. One minute he wasn’t, then he was. Through the tunnel, from deepest darkness to blackest night, the train rumbled like thunder, sped like a spirit and I had company. Tall, dark and handsome, all that and much, much more. He sat facing me, distinquished, delectable, desirable.
“Good evening, Madam. Excuse the intrusion. If my presence disturbs you I shall withdraw to an alternative carriage.”
Sexy, seductive speech softly spoken, mesmerised my senses and my body betrayed me. Through swollen, sensitive lips I managed to murmur: “No, please stay. I crave company on a long and boring journey. Please I entreat you to linger.”
What the Hell is wrong with me? Why am I talking like that? I sound like an eighteenth century, empty headed geisha.
“Have you far to travel?” My companion queried. “May I hope you will accompany me for some hours?” I melted, right there, in the crude carriage of an Antrim bound train, my transformation into a Rowntree’s jelly was amusing to behold.My face the colour of a ripe strawberry, I found myself wobbling over to the other side of the train to join my mysterious stranger.
A tunnel loomed ahead and a myriad of emotions flooded my brain. Fear, joy, ecstasy, curiosity. The tunnel clothed us in darkness and I sensed movement from my traveller. Suddenly my world exploded, A succulent sense of release flooded my being. I sighed. I moaned. I called his name. How did I know his name? The sweet, sweet feeling became too much and I fainted. Light poured into the carriage reviving me and I searched for my dark lover. He was gone. I grieved for someone I didn’t know. My body ached for him, my lips still felt the coldness of his touch. There was a deep pain in my heart and strangely enough another in my neck. I touched the wound and I knew. I knew.
I will wait. Forever if I have to. He will return, after all he made me what I am now. In the meantime I have to live and as another stranger entered the carriage I was relieved to see my food had arrived. A little thin perhaps but I had time. My Master had taught me well.