I knew he had already arrived at the rendezvous point because I could smell that familiar scent. It was one of the first things I had noticed about him when I met him. The night was calm and bright. A crisp winter’s night. No one would know we were here. He had been angling for this for a long time, but I had resisted. Now was the moment though. The place was familiar to me, but it looked different in the dark, though the moon was bright and the shadows just added to the sense of intrigue.
I approached him eagerly. His long black coat caressed the ground. He didn’t move, but just waited. I had thought about this moment for a long time. Oh how I had wanted to enter his world. A world of privilege, of expensive clothes and cars. He knew it, and I was easy prey.
I woke up in the hospital bed. I could remember little of what had happened. At some point he must have pushed me, and at some point I must have been found. I heard the beeping of the machines in the ward – and I knew I was lucky to be alive.