A new Beginning_(3)
I had my bath, clean inside and out, took a glass of white wine and went to sit in the Captain’s perch, a window box seat that overlooked a small park, part of the University. A warm night, just enough of a breeze to smell the grass that had just been cut, feeling melancholy. My mind drifted back to when I was a teen as Sheila popped into my head. My one and only relationship with a girl. We were 13, I went on a camping trip with her and her parents to keep Shiela company and that first night in the sleeping bag, we found out what each other tasted like. From then on, we couldn’t get enough of each other, going off by ourselves, experimenting until we found that kneeling over each others …