The street was getting dark and the cold, unrelenting wind threatened to rip the buttons off his jacket. Winter was oft thought to be the worst season in the year; John however, always hated autumn, with winter there at least came some sort of predictability. He always liked controlled situations and predictable people. He even had a predictable job. So it was a shock to his friends and family when he married, arguably, the most unpredictable woman ever. John mused over all this and at the thought of his wife he smiled slightly, the way he thought about it, he was gifted with the most wonderful family a man could have.
The radio that was on throughout suddenly started playing a song he hadn’t heard in over five years:
“Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end…”
The song was beautiful and had manifested itself in John’s mind as not just a song, but a memory. After John had been first introduced to Sarah, he was immediately taken to her, and she to him in a way that they both couldn’t quite understand. But it was the day that they had met at the police station that altered their lives forever. It was December 19th, 2010, and John had just finished designing his third building of the week, and having shown it to his boss, he was exceedingly happy with the result. In fact, his boss too seemed to be happy, so happy that he offered him a drink to celebrate his financial development…how could he refuse? John, by principle was barely a drinker at all-in England that was seen as some sort of crime-but this time he truly felt that he had earned it and what could go wrong, it was just one drink after, all right?
Wrong.
Very, stupidly, undoubtedly wrong.
John might have realised after having perhaps one drink (maybe more) of strong whiskey he wasn’t fit to drive a manual car that required two hands. But no. His cognitive functions and higher order thinking had been taken over by notions that were completely alien to him. Such as driving. While drunk.
Driving out of the office car park without an accident was a miracle in itself, however that was all that went right after that. As he pulled outside the car park John had found that for some bizarre reason all the cars in his lane were going the wrong way. His confusion was further incited by the lights flashing in his rear view mirror. The thought going through his mind at the time was, “Its Christmas already?”
This was how twenty minutes later John found himself at the police station, scared witless and holding a plastic cup filled with coffee.
“Sir?” a man said in a police uniform. He looked…bored. “Sir, I’m going to need your name, your address and, well, everything else.”
John looked frantically around, with reddened eyes, “I’ve never done anything like this before, I’ve never even been in a police station…God! What was I thinking…?”
And so it was here he first saw her, processing criminals as a mere rookie in the police department.
The rest…well, I’ll let your imaginations fill in the blanks, after all, reality isn’t any fun without an element of fantasy.