His apartment overlooked the river....

His apartment overlooked the river with large tinted windows - you could peer out into the horizon for hours on end. It was a fair way from the elevator and you had to meander along narrow passages to get to his front door on the 17th floor but the view was spectacular and worth the effort.

Wayne worked as a consultant, never really ventured to explain what he does to anyone but he was definitely divorced and had a wonderful teenage daughter whom now resides in the UK. Being English with a rather peculiar inclination to fine whiskey, he also loved having a bath in the midst of a long hot summer's night.

The apartment had a small white-washed galley kitchen but it sufficed for a single person that was as transient as a shadow needed no more. He also liked his omelet and potatoes; not one to entertain so a full set of crockery was deemed frivilous. I reckon he would be in his mid to late 50s now- no commitment apart from the past and living a rather mundane cycle of hellos and goodbyes; adding to the list of intended near misses with no intentions of long walks by the beach was inadvertently crucial to his own sanity. I suppose he was complex and unforgivingly selfish.

Nonetheless he always had his best chum with him though like a fly on the wall; a mysterious 'fag-hag' of a man but a wonderful human-being that watched over him like a hawk. He used to tell the boys that Wayne would date that what they expect can never be fulfilled and that they should start looking elsewhere to avoid getting hurt in the long-run. All good intentions aside, the relationship they had was one filled with mystery but a confidence that only a past encounter could bind.

Sometimes I sit down and wonder why people go through all that trouble?