Worlds apart –
Irregular black beams and uneven ivory walls glowed warmly as the sun slanted into the low ceilinged pub. Smells of beer and shepherd’s pie mingled and the cheerful babble of voices and chink of glasses surrounded us. My fiancé had to duck his head to avoid the beams as he brought the drinks to our table by the window.
The wide rectangle of sunshine across the floor was blocked for a moment and I looked up and saw her standing there. The middle aged man, a thickset countryman, had hands that looked like he used them. She stood close to him, a little grey in her black hair and a sliver edge to her orange sari. [Read more…]