The lift doors opened and she stepped out and into his life..........................

The lift doors opened and she stepped out and into his life; a life that would never be the same again. Try as he might Bertie could not remember what she was wearing that day. As he looked back all that he could see was the red fingernail and the black, black hair falling over her forehead as if style by Medusa. The nails, the hair and the eyes, How could he forget the eyes catching and reflecting back every bit of spare light but not quite able to hide the frightened little girl behind them...................................................................