The Couple in the Cabin

by Daniel Hurst

Alas, I’ve had little luck so far, although that might be mainly down to the reason I haven’t spoken to any members of the opposite sex since I’ve been here. But the night is still young. It’s only nine, and one more drink should see me possess enough Dutch courage to approach at least one of the lovely ladies in this place. As it turns out, I spend most of the next hour chatting to one of my work friends about how it would be great if we had a more generous annual leave allowance, rather than putting in any real effort to find love in here. Now it’s getting late, time is running out, and I’m hardly helping my chances of ending my status as a singleton. It’s looking very much like I’ll be going home alone. Again. By the time I leave the bar, my mood is in the gutter, but surprisingly, that’s where I find somebody who would very quickly go on to change the course of my life forever, not that I was to know it at the time.

WHAT TENSE ARE WE USING? Choose one and stick to it.