Read by Sophie Morris-Sheppard.
The first impression was unforgettable. Unforgettable, how his turquoise eyes melted in hers before he even knew her name. Unforgettable his height, the softness of his hands, the radiance of his amber skin. Until that moment, Anna had regarded love at first sight as a cheap trick from romance novels she scorned. After seeing him, the cliché commanded her faith. His physical beauty – and beauty was the word because Persian did not distinguish between a man's beauty and a woman's – wasn't the kind she associated with the men she'd known. She was electrified by his breath drifting over her shoulders. These thoughts sifted through her mind before they'd exchanged more than a few syllables. They sat together on the bus, headed to a book-fair outside Damascus, near the airport, conversing in an Anglo-Persian no-one could have deciphered except themselves. Perhaps certain emotions could only fully be realized in this pidgin tongue?