First Time Shattered on a Geneva Lake Boat with Clarisse
The train rattled through the Swiss landscape. Same old route. Boring views. But her. Across the aisle. Slim, almost skinny. Salt-and-pepper hair in a tight bun. Tanned skin framing turquoise eyes. Bags everywhere. Laptop on her lap. Fingers flying. Muttering to herself. I stole glances. Heart thumping already. Forties maybe. No rings. No frills. Just…