A Steel Curve
She emerged from the lift with a dozen other passengers, casting her eyes over the Charles de Gaulle concourse in search of him. It was weeks since they’d parted in Brussels before now joining each other again for the wedding. She followed the wave forward; steel clicking against stone; cotton, cashmere, silk and leather walking with her in a still sleepy rising gait. The confusion of whether it was night or dawn hung over the airport and for travellers the smell of coffee was the only anchor...
Exhibitionism