Arrivals, London Airport
I’m at the barrier. We’ve never even swapped selfies, but we know we’ll recognise each other. We’ve been online lovers for years.
The doors hiss open—a trickle and then a surge of trolleys and bags and so many faces.
This too intense for me. Then, up close, an unknown voice, Aussie accent.
“Suzy?”
I turn. It’s YOU, the REAL you!
You drop your bags and kiss me, swinging me round and round. You laugh, I cry, people stare.
We dive into a taxi.
Me: “Hotel, please.”
Cabbie: “Yeah, but which one Luv?”
Both of us: “The nearest!”
