The Lady on my Left (The Mists of Memory)

  ‘Yes, Paul. Oh, yes. I always have, right from the day I first saw you, and I always shall. Always, always.’

  A second longer he looked at her, then his lips fell full and hard on hers. There was a breath-checking ecstatic moment before, straining to him, she returned his first real kiss, and as she did so a strange thought entered her mind. It was…that only at this very moment was she being born.

  The End