YOU short story: Dressing with Care

I can’t help it – I’m looking for Sylvie whenever the creaking wooden gate is pushed open and another guest arrives.

Over the sea of heads of those who’ve already arrived for this special party and around the corner of the newly built conser­vatory where the security light shines into the snaking alley, I search for my old friend.

I think: she’ll be here soon, rushing and apologising to everyone as she sweeps into the garden on a cloud of her favourite Gucci perfume.