Married for a day
Two people thrown together in an airport coach station and sharing a brief, blissful time
It was two weeks before Christmas and I had been compelled to swap the heat of the Caribbean, where I was living, for the chill of England. Family business. A funeral, in fact. I was travelling in the warmest clothes I had - a thick cotton suit that I could never wear in the tropics because it was just too hot. But having been living out there for a few years, I didn't have a coat or an outdoor jacket, or even a sweater o...