The heavy rain fell relentlessly throughout the night as Devlin Thorne sat alone on the park bench, drenched to the bone, lost in his memories. Although to him it seemed like yesterday, it had been weeks now since first he saw the statuesque beauty sitting in this very spot. Despite being the middle of the night, she wore a pair of thin, silver framed sunglasses which complimented her long, slender face. They also added an air of mystery to her sexy allure. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders framing the voluptuousness of her ample breasts as revealed by her low cut blouse. Her long legs, so very shapely, looked so smooth in the silvery light of the moon. He imagined how firm they would feel if she wrapped them around him. He believed he was a gentleman and strongly refused to treat any woman as an object but couldn't help himself from wanting her to be his alone.
As he casually approached her, trying his best to hide his desperation and appear aloof, he felt a pang of recognition deep within his soul. Without saying a single word, she looked up at him in that moment as though she had been expecting him and smiled. It was the most natural and comforting sensation of his life. He wanted desparately to ask her if they had ever met before but was afraid it would come across as a cheap pick-up line. She patted the wooden slat of the bench's seat invitingly, "Care to sit and catch up on old times, my love?"
He sat beside her, his mind still racing. He tried to remember every woman he had not only slept or flirted with but even every one that he had ever known. Yes, he admitted to himself, there was a certain, unmistakeable familiarity but it seemed almost too surreal. He knew that he could never have forgotten a woman this gorgeous. Not in a million lifetimes. To Devlin, it was almost like the very fabric of his dreams had offered this fantasy woman to him here in flesh and blood.
Her name, Patricia, struck a chord within him that resonated for the entire length of their discussion into the deepest recesses of his soul. As would be expected from the bizarre nature of the evening, the one topic never mentioned was their past connection despite that being the only thing truly on his mind... well almost the only thing. When they parted company that night, he left with her image emblazoned in his mind and her phone number written on his hand. When he finally arrived at his home, he jotted the number down on the notepad beside the phone and settled down in bed awaiting the dreams he knew would come. He quickly drifted off to sleep.
As the fogs parted and his mind's eye began to see clearly, he saw the memorable azure eyes of Patricia. When he wiped the sleep from his eyes, he realized that everything had changed. Feelings of antiquety and simplicity invaded his senses. Perusing his surroundings, he recognized that he was no longer in the city so familiar to him but in a backwoods location that technology had seemed to have forgotten. There were no high rise office buildings here. No congested highway traffic or the incessant honking or shouting that always came along with it. The concrete jungle was replaced by the solitude of rural living. Simple homes and farmlands became the norm. Where an honest day's living meant so much more than pushing pencils like some desk jockey. Ordinarily a place of peace and tranquility, the purity of this moment had been marred by violence.
"Oh lover, you finally awaken. I was so worried. I thought I had lost you." Her words flowed from her with obvious concern, fear and a hidden hint of malice.
