Like fingernails scratching across the blackboard, that is how your voice sounds to me. You have the face of an angel and soft billowy breasts, narrow waist and curvaceous hips. I try to concentrate on these, almost succeed, then you speak again.

The words come tumbling out, without meaning or substance, why they do not even make sense. The definitions of the words do not match how you use them. And that voice, like a banshee’s wail.

Such soft, full lips made for kissing. Those big blue eyes, like a mysterious lake with unknown depths. One could sink into those eyes and lose themselves for an eternity. But then that voice again, enough to wake the dead from their eternal slumber.

Those arms reaching for me, trying to hold me close. Long slim legs, legs that seem to go on forever, promising heaven at their end. Such temptation, all is on offer, all is promised. But again she speaks.

I cannot stand this, even rats would have deserted by now, taken flight to protect their sanity. I can hear an alley cat beating a hasty retreat. Apart from me, that surely was the last living thing near her.

The last thing I saw was her standing there with a puzzled look on her face as I too beat a hasty retreat.