A short story by Aileen Cleave
I did not want to get in the car. I remember thinking clearly, this is not a good idea. But he was very persuasive and seemingly so inoffensive, the heat was intense and my feet were hurting . I clambered into the passenger seat and we took off. Neither of us spoke for what seemed an age, until I began to feel a little uncomfortable. “ So what have you been doing since university, Charles?” i enquired, more from politeness than interest . We had been at the same school , though he was more into the sciences while I definitely leaned towards the humanities . We had had very little to do with each other throughout our years there and I was somewhat surprised but not unduly bothered to find him in the same college as me at Cambridge . Again our studies kept us separate – mercifully, I thought unkindly – because I found him rather strange , not at all my type. “I’v got my own company, building software systems” he replied while leaning in a little to fli