ISLAND FERRY

 

You stand on the crowded dock, waiting for the ferry to take you home. It's late, you're tired, and it's starting to snow. Crowds of people press around you and you move with them onto the stinking crate that is your only means of transport away from the city.

 

Once the vessel begins its slow, chugging progress through the dark, murky waters, everyone jams into the large wooden cabin for shelter. You spot a small space on one of the wooden benches, but the sticky veneer of a spilt cup of coffee makes you decide to stand instead.

 

As you feel the deep mechanical throb of the engines vibrating through your body, the smell of diesel oil invades your nose and mouth, making you cough. Turning, you notice a different smell, the exotic aroma of Baltasarini by Hugo Boss mixed with the scent of someone freshly showered.

 

You notice the figure of a tall, lean, handsome man with deep brown eyes and silver hair. He's leaning back against the cabin wall, his arms folded across his chest, his ankles crossed. You stare at him; you can't help it. He's dressed all in black, a stunning contrast with the colour of his hair.

 

Pulling back your gaze, you force yourself to instead look through the grimy window to his right. You can't believe how rudely you stared at him but...he is so intriguing, so attractive.

Your heart misses a beat as you glance at him again to find his eyes meeting yours, those dark sumptuous eyes, the windows to his soul. Mesmerised, you continue to watch as a smile plays on his lips, holding you, caressing you with a look, before his eyes slide away.

 

You find you have been holding your breath all the while his gaze is on you and as he breaks contact, you breathe out and small wisps of condensated air form a mist between you.

As the ferry shudders to a halt at your stop, people jostle each other, making for the exits. The man moves too, towards you. Your body freezes in anticipation, your nerves raw and zinging as he closes in on you. He leans into you, his eyes softening and enticing as he whispers, "Look for me. Find me and I'm yours."

 

Your eyes follow him as he merges into the crowd and you loose sight of him. Still rooted to the spot you play his words over and over in your mind. "Look for me. Find me and I'm yours." Your stomach clenches and your heart rate increases as you hear his voice in your mind, that soft drawl holding so much promise.

 

As your consciousness refocuses you notice something on the cabin wall, just where he was leaning. It's a large poster of a silver haired man, dressed all in black with his arms folded across his chest and flanked by three other people. The words underneath picture read: 'Season Seven showing soon'.

 

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The End