‘Hello?’ My shout echoes around the concrete cavern.
The familiar red-and-white cable car sits in the bay, but there’s nobody in the operator booth. The sun has disappeared behind the Alps, the sky is pink, yet there isn’t a single light on in the building. Where is everyone?
An icy wind blasts my cheeks. I huddle deeper into my jacket. It’s the offseason and the resort doesn’t open for another month so I didn’t expect the other ski lifts to be running, but I thought this one would be. How else are we going to get up to the glacier? Have I got the wrong day? I dump my snowboard bag on the platform and pull out my phone to check the email again.
Know it’s been a while but are you up for a reunion weekend? Panorama building, glacier du Diable, Le Rocher. Meet at the cable
car, 5 p.m. Friday 7th November. C. x
C for Curtis. If anyone else had invited me here, I’d have deleted it without replying.
‘Yo, Milla!’
And here’s Brent loping up the steps towards me. Two years younger than me, he must be thirty-one now and he still has his boyish charm – the floppy dark hair, the dimples –though he looks worn and tired.
He lifts me off the ground in a bear hug. I hug him tightly back. All those cold nights I spent in his bed. I feel bad for not getting in contact with him. But after what happened… Anyway, he didn’t contact me either…
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