ABOUT SOMEONE

He has Aquarius Rising.
The person writing this is over six feet tall.
He is wearing boots. He doesn’t wear shoes...ever...oh, he did once, when he had a gun to his head but that’s another story.
Blue is not the colour of his eyes.
Couple of days ago he walked out of a group before the scheduled end.
There isn’t a television in his flat.
He is not a family man.

‘It was easier to give up than keep looking, wasn’t it?’ she said.
‘How did you know?’
‘I went to the cafe.’
‘You still got to eat.’
‘That’s true,’ she said.
With his fingertips he traced the letters carved in the arm of the chair where he’d been strapped the scene earlier.
‘You’re distracted,’ she said. ‘Something’s going on.’
‘I can’t talk about it right now.’