A Kiss Under The Arches

Waiting alone in the quiet chapel where they had first met, with the rank odour of decay wafting in from outside, Serena thought once more of Laszlo the Hungarian illusionist, the man she had belonged to so completely. He was now, according to his scheming partner, Reg, marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution.

Then came the thud of fists, a muffled cry, fighting on the stairway, and she realized, in a single instant, what was now to happen. He was here! “We marry tonight, my Oriental pearl!” he boomed, his eyes alive in the slanting light, and as the glow of renewed love gradually overcame her mounting desire for dinner, she started to think about what they would call their children.

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