"I wish I enjoyed my life or had some sense of fulfilment," he said. The young woman turned from the side of the bridge with a look of compassion upon her beautiful face. A gust of wind blew her mahogany brown hair across it and absent-mindedly she tucked the thick wisps behind an ear.
With a slight smile in her stone blue eyes she said, "I've always thought of you as one of the most happy and fulfilled people I know".
He replied, "well appearances can be deceptive. Anyway, isn't that what its all about in this modern world, appearances and a kind of refined hypocrisy?"
She said, "I guess its sort of like that but your describing it like some type of hell and there is so much beauty". As she said this, she began to listen to the sound of the river running, bubbling and trickling along. She found something relaxing and comforting in its sound. She thought to herself, "that is a sound of freedom".
The man standing next to her was tall, with a gentle face and sorrowful eyes. He reached into his coat pocket and took out a packet of cigarettes, lit one and then offered her one. She didn't notice. It was almost as if her soul was flowing in the river, lost to the rest of the world. Her eyes were closed and her slim lithe body was leaning forward, arms resting on the wall of the stone bridge.