April ShowersIf I focus hard enough I can see my own reflection in the front window of the bus, against the darkening April sky. So I don't, and look past it and down at the streets in front of me, heavy with rain. It's been going on for days, falling steadily against the upstairs window of the doubledecker. The world feels like something obscure and hidden from me in a package of moving, cold water.The famous Dublin rain.The traffic lights change from green to orange, and the bus driver speeds up for a second before deciding he won't make it, and coming to a screeching halt as they turn red. I reach out an arm to steady myself and not crash into the window, and my mp3-player falls out of my jacket pocket. As I regain my balance I see a young man on a bicycle cross the road right in front of me.For a second I think it's you, and as the dark shape disappears beneath the view of the window, I press my nose against the cold glass and try to see. A gasp escapes me as I imagine you being thrust off y
Red, chapter 5Colin put the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled greedily. With his eyes closed in undisguised satisfaction he made sure the smoke reached his lungs and stayed there for a few seconds, sucking up the tar and nicotine, before he leaned his head back and exhaled slowly into the now cooler air. Through the corner of his eye he noticed Red watching him, and secretly enjoyed her silent attention. Out here in the darkening Paris night, all previous embarrassment was forgotten, he figured, and underneath the glittering lights of the Eiffel Tower the twilight brought a sense of new beginnings. The city of Paris made even him feel romantic, he observed, and very nearly rolled his eyes. He offered the cigarette to Red, who being caught staring awkwardly put her hands in the pockets of her rolled-up jeans and shook her head no. He shrugged, and without taking his eyes off her he put the cigarette back between his smirking lips. She was the one to look away first.