missing persons

I peered from around the living room curtains, waiting for her to come around the street corner. She didn’t come. i decided she’d gone missing and made it my duty to find her. Panicked. Slipped on trainers and big jacket over pyjamas and drove out. Found her sitting in pub lock-in with 37 year old punk, a computer geek, and fat bloke, drinking guinness. I had a couple of drinks. We talked about suburban secrets, immigration and the French until 3am. ‘Sorry I worried you’ she said, ‘I love you for coming to look for me’