#The time before the time it happened
It could have been a passing encounter of no consequence, a face forgotten among the thousands we meet in life. I was in Bali with friends, staying at one of the villas the island is famous for. We were 20 plus as a group, there for a few days of surfing and partying. On arrival, we all – guys and girls – noticed an unfamiliar face among the group. Long, wavy blond hair with dyed streaks of pink; pert breasts adorning a slim, athletic body; a soft North American accent; a sweet smiling face that flitted intoxicatingly between a benign innocence and a devilish intent.
She was the visiting guest of one of the group, perhaps dating – I don’t know and I don’t think we even spoke. I thought nothing of it until three years later when, back home on the other side of the world, I opened the door to that same face standing on my doorstep on the night of my Christmas party.
“You!”