My Valentine -
He walked casually down the moon lit street. Dressed in a long curved trench coat, he kicked rubbish in the air and watched it float down and land in puddles of muddy rain. He walked into the 'Bright Star' lounge at the end of Maple street and sat down at the bar. "Vodka and leave the bottle", he hollered at the barman. As he sat, head bent, looking at his reflection in the shiny counter he heard sweet, easing music. He lifted his head and saw he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off her. His heart pounded like a beating drum and without blinking, he walked up to the stage and listened all night long.