A bench on a promenade. The sound of waves on sandy beach. The cry of seagulls.
On the bench, Julia (late 30’s)a fading English rose, is engrossed in a book
After a few moments enter Rasheed (65) an upright Asian gentleman, strolling along the prom. As he passes the bench he notices Julia, and then doubles back.
Rasheed Oh hello. Its you.
Julia I’m sorry.
Rasheed I saw you yesterday at the station.
Rasheed Lovely day isn’t it?
Julia For this time of year,certainly.
Raseed Probably be the only warm day till next year. I’m sorry I am
interrupting your reading