|I remember the way the white wine tasted. |
I drank it slowly while Gunter fiddled with an unreliable laptop.
It was the one he had recently traded for a decaying Amiga
that had been lying on the bedroom floor
since the day I first met him.
The black Arts Wire glow in the dark tee shirt which he was wearing
clung to his substantial muscular shoulders.
He pushed the computer across the table.
"Here see what you think?" he said.
He looked out the window -