The door opens and from the shadowed entrance a voice greets, “Paul, hi… What the Hell happened to your face?”
“Julia… Hi, err… nothing… John in?”
Paul races up the stairs without a second glance at the woman in the doorway. A tactical withdrawal. Julia watches him hurrying up to the flat. Her full, red lips, framed within the darkness of her hair, betray a slight smile.
© 1990 & 2006 Andrew M Boylan