In the semi-dark, a man, tall, with fair but silvering hair, sits brooding. His features sharp and well defined, he would be handsome were it not for the twist of cruelty to his mouth.
In one hand a tumbler of some spirit, scotch perhaps, maybe bourbon; in the other a tiny faded photo.
A face looks out of the photo from years past: a young woman; beautiful; pale skinned, green-eyed and red-haired. He stares at the image, his expression sour.
Tossing the photo to one side, he knocks back his drink.
*****
The Story Continues in
‘Triad’
