Ericas Big Day Prologue
Kindred SpiritsShe joined him at the latter end of a Friday night in the Cock and Bull. Any of her work colleagues still present were deep in chat-up scenarios or in lengthy debates about football or films. He was seated at a far corner table, nursing a tumbler of whiskey. His eyes flicked her way as she slumped into the chair beside him, her own newly-filled glass in hand.“Not got some pretty little thing hanging on your every word tonight? You’re losing your touch,” she said, her words...