It was the best place I could think of for our first meeting.
Half way between our respective homes.
I had always loved Brella Park and had spent many hours there walking its many and varied pathways.
I had told her I would wait on the seat above the water feature.
I had to admit to being nervous.
We had only known each other a few weeks when she had suggested we meet and see if we liked each other as much in the flesh as we did on the net.
I looked at my watch, it was almost the appointed time.
Several joggers puffed their way past me, a father with his baby in pram sauntered by. I looked in every direction anticipating her.
I waited a full thirty minutes past our meeting time. It was then I heard the sirens. People gathered on the nearest hill.
I started to run…..