Time for Goodbye - Short Story

Time for Goodbye

“What do you mean you haven’t told her yet?” Jane whispered quietly “We are supposed to be going next week.” Jane sighed and shook her head. “I understand it’s difficult.” She continued softly “but it’s been months and I know you and Lisa need this to be over. Everyone can finally say a proper goodbye. It’s for the best and the cottage is booked.”

“I know. It’s just she rarely answers the phone now a days and I haven’t had time to pop over.” Brian replied sounding anxious.

They didn’t realise I could hear them. I closed my eyes enjoying the sun streaming through the windows and imagined I was at the seaside. I loved the sea, the crashing waves, and bracing fresh air. I hadn’t been in a long while come to think if it. Not since Harry became ill. I shook my head dislodging the thought and tried to relax and enjoy the sunshine again but the moment had passed. I felt a familiar lump form in my throat and my eyes watered.

“Hey Mum.” I heard Brian say as he eventually entered the room, “How you doing?” I smiled and nodded. He came over to the chair I was sat in and perched uncomfortably on a small footstool. “Jane is just making a cup of tea.” As he finished the sentence Jane appeared with a tray, three mugs and a plate of biscuits. She also had a bunch of flowers wedged under her arm and struggled to open the door. I’ve always liked my daughter in law, she’s kind hearted, and I can see my son clearly loves her but we’ve never really gelled. I’ve always felt she looked down on me and Harry a little. I remember when Jane and Brain married I fretted for weeks about my outfit. I feared I would show Brian up and didn’t want to appear dowdy in the wedding photos. Of course Harry said I was being silly and Brain wouldn’t care if I showed up in my cleaners smock. The day had been lovely and even I had been pleased by my appearance in the photos.  Harry had looked fabulous in his suit and we’d reminisced about our own wedding day. The sound of the tray being put down dragged me back to the present.

“Mum we wanted to talk to you about dad.” Brian said holding my gaze, “Do you remember me saying about going on holiday?” I shrugged feeling confused. What holiday? What did Harry have to do with it? I saw Jane and Brain exchange a worried look. I sighed wishing I could go back to my seaside dream. “I’ve booked it. We go next week. All of us.”

“Mary it will be lovely.  We can have a stroll along the sea front and spend some time together. I think it will do you the world of good. You’ve been cooped up a lot lately.” Jane smiled.  “I’ll help you pack. Just let me know what you want to take. It’s only for 4 days but will be great. The boys are excited. We’ll take Harry and say goodbye.” I understood what they were talking about now. Various friends had told me it was time to move on. People seemed to think I was living in the past. I had been withdrawn but liked being home with my thoughts. “We’ve been worried about you Mary.” Jane said softly and stroked my arm, “The children have missed you.” I missed them too but just seemed to lack the energy and motivation.

“Mum we all need to move on. Dad would hate this.” I knew Brain was right but I wasn’t ready. I wanted more time. Jane and Brian chattered on about times and places but I didn’t take much notice. Later when they had left I noticed Jane had stocked the fridge with four cooked meals all neatly labelled. It was kind of her as I hadn’t much felt like cooking recently and I realised I was fortunate that she cared.

The following week I was picked up and our holiday began. The children excitedly babbled in the back of the car. Both boys said they were happy grampy was coming with us. I had mixed emotions. Their happiness was infectious however and I began to feel lighter than I had in weeks. Once we arrived at Hollowell Shores the boys raced off. Both needed to get rid of some energy after being stuck in the car for several hours. Jane unpacked and I surveyed the little cottage. It was in a beautiful location. A small play area was a few feet away and you could see the sea in the distance. Seagulls squawked overheard. My daughter Lisa appeared and hugged me tight. Lisa and Dave (her husband) had travelled in another car and arrived a few minutes after us. “Isn’t it lovely? I wonder if the beach huts are still there.” She said kissing my cheek. “It’s lovely to see you mum. I’ve missed you.”

 The day passed quickly and as night fell I had the best night’s sleep in months. The sea air seemed to have cleared my mind. The following day we went down to the beach. The beach huts were still there and it was a beautiful day. The waves gently lapped the shore and the sky was dotted with white fluffy clouds. The boys raced off looking for crabs. “Mum I think dad would love this.” Lisa said sliding an arm through mine. “It’s hardly changed.” As I stood looking at the sea I realised it was time to say goodbye. I had been selfish in my grief and removed myself from my family. I had worn my grief like an invisible coat and as the sun shone I realised it was time to take it off. “You’re right love.” I replied squeezing Lisa’s hand.

For the first time in 9 months I talked about Harry. We had brought Lisa and Brian to Hollowell Shores many times when they were young and memories came to me in vivid flashes. I laughed and cried as I recounted stories including an unfortunate incident involving a fishing hook and trip to the local hospital. Brian fetched the urn from the car and we all stood on the beach our feet getting wet as we let the ashes scatter into the sea. “Bye Grampy.” Oliver said eyes watering.

“Don’t get eaten by a shark.” James said smiling and waving. We all stood peacefully for a few moments before James continued “Or a seagull. I hate seagulls.” I laughed and ruffled his hair.

We enjoyed the rest of our break and Brian enquired about the beach huts. We put our name on the waiting list and vowed to return every year to have a family holiday with my beloved Harry.

Fractured - Short Story

Fractured

“For goodness sake! Why didn’t you call?” Melanie said sounding agitated,

“It was only a little fall. Nothing to worry about.” I replied trying not to let my irritation show,

“But mum you are in plaster. That’s hardly nothing is it?” I sighed looking at my daughter. She looked cross, harassed and worried. This was exactly why I hadn’t called her. I’d arranged a lift home and felt fine. Unfortunately a nurse had checked my next of kin details and called her without my knowledge. The nurse had probably thought she’d been doing the right thing.

I was home with my leg propped up and my daughter was busy in the kitchen. She had brought me a drink and some snacks on a tray. I could hear her banging about in the kitchen and the sound of something cooking on the hob. I’d tried to stop her. I was more than capable but she’d just told me to rest and I could see her mind was set. I knew Melanie worried and I loved her dearly but today her presence was making me feel like a burden. Since her dad, my beloved husband Jim had died three years ago she had called me like clockwork three times a week and we went for coffee most Saturday mornings. It’s like she thought I couldn’t cope alone. I missed Jim dearly but had surprised myself with a steely independence and had managed to build a strong support network of friends. Jim had been my rock and we had gone everywhere together but I’d coped better than I ever imagined. I still thought about him daily but it was always happy thoughts. I was just reminiscing about our last holiday together when Melanie interrupted my thoughts. “Earth to mum. Hey are you ok?”

“Sorry love was just thinking.”

“Oh. Are you ok?”

“Yes my love. Was thinking about your dad?” Melanie smiled continuing, “Do you remember when he broke his ankle falling over the cat? I’ve never heard him curse so much. I never think he forgave Charlie.”

“No that poor cat avoided him for weeks.” I laughed remembering the accident vividly. Melanie sighed seemingly lost in thought but then visibly shook herself off.

“I’ve made a quick shepherd’s pie. It’s just browning in the oven and the washing is on the line. So how exactly did you hurt yourself?” She settled herself on the sofa and her face relaxed,

“I was at the community centre for our ballroom dancing session…..”

“I thought ballroom dancing was supposed to be sedate.” Melanie said interrupting and laughing softly,

“Well it is but we were learning a new routine and I just lost my footing and fell awkwardly. Could have happened anywhere. It’s not a bad fracture. The doctors said it should heal well.”

“That’s good. When I got the call from the hospital I panicked. You really should have phoned.”

“Mel it was all under control. A friend took me down and stayed with me for a while and then Pam picked me up. I feel absolutely fine.”

“I’m so glad it wasn’t worse. I’ll pop and see you tomorrow.”

“There’s really no need love. Pam is going to come round for coffee and I can always ring Becky she’s only up the road.”

“Are you sure mum? It’ll be difficult on crutches living alone.”

“I’m fine love. You are busy. You don’t need to pop round.” After dishing up the shepherd’s pie and clearing the plates Melanie left and I relaxed. I needed to talk to her but now was not the time. I’d been dreading her spotting the holiday brochures under the coffee table. I wanted to tell her but was worried about her reaction. For the past 6 months I’d been seeing a lovely man called David. We had met at the community dances over a year ago and become firm friends. To start with it was purely companionship but had developed into something more. He had given me a new zest for life. It was partly his fault I fell today I remembered smiling. He’d convinced me to give Salsa dancing a go and I’d borrowed some higher heels for the afternoon. A mixture of speed, lack of experience and higher shoes lead to my downfall. It was a bit embarrassing but everyone was lovely and shared jokes about me being swept of my feet.  So far I’ve not discussed David with Melanie although I have mentioned him when discussing a collective group of friends. Pam thinks I’m being silly but I’m worried about how she’ll react.  She was so close to her dad.

Several weeks passed and I failed to talk to Melanie about David and our holiday plans. We’d settled on a cruise that left from Southampton and went around the Mediterranean. I’d always wanted to go on a cruise but Jim had hated boats. Two other couples were going to come. I was growing increasingly excited about it all but needed to discuss it was Mel before booking. 

One Friday Mel popped round to share a take away and watch a film when she unexpectedly mentioned going away. “I’ve been thinking mum. Do you fancy going to the Isle of Wight or maybe Spain? I could have a week off work and we could go away together.”

“Oh…I…Um….” I stammered.

“Don’t you like the idea? Obviously we’ll wait till your cast is off.”

“It’s not that love. It’s just I…Um…I might be going away already.”

“Really? With Pam? You didn’t mention it.” Mel said surprised,

“I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve meet a chap called David. We are planning to go away together. They’ll be six of us including Pam. It’s a cruise.” I blurted hurriedly feeling strangely nervous.

“You’re dating? How long?” Melanie said looking stunned,

“Um…about 6 months.” I said blushing,

“Mum! Why didn’t you tell me? That’s fantastic news. I’m delighted. Dad always said he didn’t want you to be alone. Where did you meet your fancy man then? Spill the beans. Did he have something to do with your fall?” she indicated my leg and grinned,

“Oh Mel I’m so glad you are pleased. I was worried about telling you. I met him a while ago through the community centre but it’s slowly developed. He’s a lovely man. We were at a salsa class when I fell.” I said smiling,

“What are you like?” Mel said laughing. She shook her head gently and sighed. “Mum I can’t believe you were worried about telling me. I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy. You’re too young to spend the rest of your life alone. I’d like to meet him though before you sail of into the sunset.”

We settled into a long conversation and I showed her some pictures. A week later following the removal of my cast we all got together and had a lovely evening meal. We poured over the brochure and I was delighted when Mel decided to join on us on the cruise with Pam’s daughter Kelly. I decided breaking my leg had been fate and said a silent thank you and began counting down the days till the now much anticipated cruise.

It's not what it looks like - Short Story

It’s not what it looks like

Having come out of a long term relationship over a year ago all of my friends had decided it was time for me to move on. The very idea terrified me as it seemed whilst I’d been cocooned in a relationship the dating world had moved on considerably. Internet dating was the way forward now and I wondered what had happened to the days of meeting through friends or in a nightclub. Egged on by my friends I signed up to an internet dating site and after a few glasses of wine for dutch courage wrote what I hoped was a flattering introduction of myself and uploaded a picture.

Over the next few weeks I browsed people’s profiles and pictures and received a few emails but no one special caught my eye until I received a message from Stefan. He was 35, no kids, no previous marriage, good job, and nice looking. I tentatively set up a date after a few online conversations but was extremely nervous about the meeting what if we had nothing to say or he looked nothing like his picture. Or even worse took one look at me and ran off. One of my friends Sarah had previously tried internet dating and reassured me that it would be fine and even if it was terrible I could just put it down to experience and have a laugh about it with the girls later. I arranged to send her a text if I needed an escape plan or more disappointingly got stood up. We arranged to meet at a local pub and to my utter surprise the date went brilliantly. It turned out we liked the same music and TV shows and I instantly felt comfortable in his company.

Over the next few weeks we meet up regularly and things continued to go well but I had noticed that Stefan had started to check his mobile phone often when he thought I wasn’t looking. On the last date he had suddenly had to leave early with a rubbish excuse of forgetting he had to get up early for work the next day.

The following week I meet up with a few of my friends and told them about Stefan and his recent behaviour and everyone decided that he must either have a secret girlfriend or perhaps kids that he didn’t want me to know about. I decided to play things a bit cool when he next called but he started the conversation by apologising for leaving early on our last date and I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. However the next day I was in town and saw him in a coffee shop with a brunette woman similar in age. He had his arm around her and they were deep in conversation, I quickly turned around so he wouldn’t notice me. Feeling upset and annoyed I ignored his phone calls and emails and slowly became more and more angry at letting myself get involved with someone again.

I kept myself busy at work and tried not to dwell on things but Stefan kept going round and round in my mind. I decided to call him and confront the situation. That evening after work I gave him a call ready to launch into my prepared speech but he sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me and said he’d been worried as I hadn’t been returning his calls. I was completely torn I got on so well with him, he made me laugh and I had hoped for a future but what was he hiding. I needed to know what was going on so decided to ask him outright if he had a girlfriend to which he burst out laughing which wasn’t quite the response I’d been expecting. I told him I’d seen him with a woman and wanted to know who he was always calling and texting when we were out. After a long pause he said he’d rather explain things face to face and we arranged to meet after work the next day. I hardly slept a wink and couldn’t concentrate at work. The time went painfully slowly. Eventually 5.30 p.m. came round and I left the office to meet Stefan at the coffee shop down the road. When I arrived he was already there and waved. As I walked in he could obviously see from my face that I wasn’t happy and blurted out. “It’s not what it looks like!” Well if that isn’t a clichéd get out clause I don’t know what is. I instantly felt annoyed and disappointed and was about to leave when he explained that the woman I had seen was his sister and they had met up to talk about his mother. He went on to explain his mother was really ill and they’d been visiting to do the cooking and cleaning. I felt awful for jumping to conclusions but annoyed he hadn’t just been honest. A long chat ensued and I’m pleased to say that now a year down the road we are engaged, his mum is back to full health, his sister is lovely and I can whole heartedly recommend internet dating.

Do you Believe? - Short Story

Do you believe?

I’ve always been a cynical person. Ghosts, angels, hypnotherapists I don’t believe in any of it so when a friend suggested a trip to a Tarot reader my first thought was what a load of rubbish, she’s certainly a fake followed swiftly by it might be a laugh.

My friend Samantha was organising a long overdue girls night out and had found out about a local restaurant offering tarot readings for £10. We’d decided to eat, see the tarot reader, and then head into town for some drinks and dancing.

The following week we arrived at the restaurant and were served swiftly. Samantha and Ellie had visited tarot readers before and were happily discussing what she may reveal as we ate and I listened smiling. “This isn’t really your thing is it?” Ellie piped up whilst swiping one of my onion rings.

“Well I just think most of these people just use generalisations or experiences most people will have had and embellish them based on your responses.” I said taking a sip of my drink. “It’s probably quite easy to fake if you have someone willing to divulge a lot of information.”

“Well some probably do but my mum has seen this lady about 5 times and swears by her. She told her about meeting Frank and buying that place in Devon.” Ellie continued,

“Yeah but she just said the coast not specifically Devon.” I said shrugging,

“And that’s loads of people’s dreams for retirement.” Sharon joined in grinning.

“Oh shut up you two.” Ellie said playfully throwing a chip, “I can’t wait for my go.”

After we’d eaten we moved to a small waiting area and were given a ticket to await our turn with Penny the Psychic. I grinned as I looked at the name on the ticket. Even the name sounded a little fake.

Ellie went in first and came out beaming with a sparkle in her eye. “Well?” I said smiling as she sat down next to me.

“She was amazing. Her prediction is that I’ll be engaged soon and she reckons a baby will be born in the family.”

“Well that’s a bit vague and has Rob actually mentioned getting married?” Sharon asked,

“Well no but I had a feeling it was on the cards. We are going to Bath in a few weeks just the two of us so you never know. We are staying in a really nice hotel so maybe a bit of ring shopping might be on the cards,” Ellie replied beaming. “And my sister has mentioned being broody again.” Ellie continued whilst gazing at her ring finger obviously already visualising the sparkling diamond.

Sharon was called up next and came out saying she thought she was credible but wouldn’t be holding her breath. Samantha was next and looked just as thrilled as Ellie when she re-emerged saying Penny had given her very good vibes about her forthcoming promotion. It was my turn next and I vowed not to reveal anything. Penny could work hard for her money.

“Hello Lauren.” She said smiling whilst consulting her list and I took a seat. “Not really your cup of tea is it?” She continued frowning slightly. “It isn’t for everyone but I always advise to have an open mind.” I shrugged non committedly and she began turning the cards. She began making the general observations I’d assumed and I gave a few half-hearted responses. “Do you live on a flood plain Lauren?” She said looking more animated,

“No. I actually live at the top of a hill so pretty safe from flooding.” I replied smiling,

“Do you have a pond of stream nearby?”

“Not that I know of. Both of my immediate neighbours don’t have anything watery in their gardens.” I shrugged,

“That’s strange. There’s definitely water involved.” She said certainly and turned another card. No further revelations came and I thanked her for her time and left the room.

“So what did she say?” Ellie said excitedly before I’d even closed the door.

“Not much. The usual stuff. You are a little restless at work, happy at home, strong friendships which she’d probably guessed from me being here with you guys. She asked if I lived on a flood plain though which was a little odd.”

“You live on a hill.” Sharon laughed, “Oh well was a good experience. Now come on girls I need a drink. Let’s get going.”

We had a brilliant evening and I forgot all about the tarot reading until a few weeks later when I got an excited phone call from Ellie. “He proposed!” She screeched down the phone. “Penny was right. We went for an amazing meal and he got down on one knee. He gave me a haribo ring as he said he wanted me to be able to choose my own. We are going shopping tomorrow. I’m so excited.” I was thrilled for Ellie who said she’d send me a picture of the chosen ring tomorrow. I hung up smiling and began to wonder for the first time ever if psychics did indeed have a gift.

Over the next few weeks Ellie excitedly told us about her wedding plans. To my utter surprise a date had already been set and they were looking at venues. I’d offered to babysit so Ellie could visit a couple of venues with her older sister Sophie. Sophie had a gorgeous little boy called Ethan who had just turned 4 and luckily for me thought coming to my house was a mini adventure. We made crispy cakes and carrot cakes which were Ellie’s favourite and the only thing I could successfully bake. We watched Toy Story whilst I did the voiceover of some of the characters and made a den out of blankets. I was taking a 5 minute breathier whilst Ethan entertained himself in the den when I was suddenly aware of the sound of running water and dashed upstairs. The sink was overflowing. The tap was on full flow and a flannel had blocked the plug hole. Ethan had obviously washed his hands but forgot the tap. I hastily turned the tap off whilst throwing two towels on the floor to soak up the growing puddle of water. Ethan appeared silently behind me. “Sorry Lauren.” He said looking glum.

“Don’t worry darling. It’s only a bit of water.” I said grabbing a third towel. “Good job I heard it though else we would have had a swimming pool.” I laughed ruffling his hair. He visibly relaxed and I smiled straightening up. The doorbell rang and we both jumped laughing. “I bet that will be your mum.” I said bounding down the stairs.

Ellie and Sophie excitedly babbled about their day and Sophie thanked me for having Ethan. “Any problems?” She said as they were leaving.

“No he’s been as good as gold.” I replied,

“But I forgot the tap.” Ethan said looking at the floor,

“Oh don’t worry about that.” I said giving him a hug.

“What happened?” Sophie asked as she gathered Ethan’s bag and coat. I filled them in on the minor accident and Ellie began to laugh.

“The flood warning.” She said now grinning.

“What?” I replied confused.

“Psychic Penny.  She asked you about flood plains. Maybe she meant a flood in your house not outside?” Ellie explained.

“Oh!” I said surprised. Ellie hugged me and winked nudging Sophie.

“I have news too.” She said beaming. “I’m pregnant had my 12 week scan yesterday. Had no idea. It’s a very happy surprise.” I congratulated her and we had a group hug. As they finally left Ellie squeezed my hand.

“Maybe Penny wasn’t a fake after all. Fancy going again?”

Spooky Short Story

I was looking at photos on my phone whilst lying in bed. The night before had been my best mate Megan’s 30^th birthday and had been brilliant. My head throbbed slightly and my feet were ruined from hours of dancing but it had been worth it. The pictures were all of smiling happy people and I laughed as the last few were blurred; my ability to take a photo effected by alcohol at that point. I was just uploading a particularly good one to Facebook when I noticed something odd in the background. I squinted at the photo and shivered. It couldn’t be. In the background someone was smiling over Megan’s shoulder. The problem was it looked very much like our friend Chloe who had died 2 years ago. I quickly looked through the other photos and felt my eyes water as I noticed Chloe’s happy face in each and every one. I rang another friend Rebecca knowing she’d also been taking pictures and hoping she could offer a reasonable explanation.  Rebecca answered after a couple of rings and in a rush I told her about my photos.

“What? Slow down. You aren’t making sense.” Rebecca said. She sounded like she’d just woke up and I knew what I was saying sounded ridiculous. I explained again slower and I heard her take a large intake of breath. "Let me check my phone and call you back.” She said sounding confused. A few minutes later my phone rang and I snatched it up.

“Well. Is Chloe in your photo’s?” I said hastily my hands shaking slightly.

“Yes.” Rebecca answered quietly. “I can’t believe it. She looks so happy as well. I’m torn between being terrified and overjoyed to see her again.”

“That’s exactly how I feel. Should we actually do anything? Why do you think it’s happened now?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because it was a big celebration. We had always joked about turning 30 in style.”

“Yeah I guess.  I wonder if she’s in anyone else’s photos?” I said wondering if anyone had already uploaded to Facebook without really looking properly.

“Who knows? We better tell Megan though. Shall we go over together? I’ll get breakfast and we can deliver the news. I’ll pick you up in half hour.”

“Ok sounds good.  See you soon.” I had a quick shower and threw on some clothes. Rebecca arrived just as I was putting my shoes on and I rushed out of the flat.

In the car Rebecca thrust her phone at me. “Dave, Phil, and Vicky have uploaded photos and Chloe is in most of them. This is so weird!” I scrolled through the photos and smiled as I looked at our former best mate. Chloe had a rare heart defect and had died two years ago. She’d always known about her condition and lived life to the full. She’d backpacked for 12 months, bungee jumped, swam with dolphins and her proudest achievement had been meeting Father Christmas in Lapland. She’d been quite ill for 6 months prior to her death and she was bitterly disappointed she wouldn’t reach her 30^th birthday. She looked so happy in the photos but I wondered if it would upset anyone especially her mum who she’d been extremely close too.

As the day wore on we realised Chloe had photo bombed every single photo from the party. Some people thought it was morbid, others took great comfort from it, and her mum decided to visit a psychic. The local paper took up the story although I refused to be interviewed.

Over the next few weeks’ things returned to normal. I had been worried about taking more photos but Chloe did not show up in anymore. The existing photos had taken on a shimmer where she stood and looked faded but her smiling face was still clearly visible.

Rebecca was the next of our group to turn 30 and had decided that a small group would visit Dublin. On the short flight Rebecca asked me if she thought Chloe would appear. “I have no idea. It’s so strange. Maybe this time though we’ll sense her as we are prepared.”

“Wow! I hadn’t thought of that.” Rebecca said and turned away deep in thought. I looked out of the window relishing the calm before the madness of a boozy weekend and wondering if Chloe would join us.

Throughout the weekend no one sensed anything and although photos were checked almost obsessively Chloe did not appear. It was only once home that she made her appearance. Photo’s seemed to change and it looked like she was actually with us. Her arms were wrapped around us in several shots, she was doing bunny ears over Phil’s head smiling, and she was actually kissing Megan’s cheek in another. I couldn’t quite believe it.

Over the next few months. Chloe appeared in each of our 30^th birthday pictures.  Instead of worrying we looked forward to seeing her. Her mum although sad loved seeing the photos and had become an honorary member of the 30^th birthday gang. People offered all sorts of explanations ranging from camera glitches, group hallucinations or even that she wasn’t really dead. I have no explanation but have loved seeing my friend and hope she has enjoyed partying with us.

Emma xxx

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House Hunting - Short Story

House Hunting

“What you up to Saturday?” Sophie asked as we enjoyed a brief catch up on the phone,

“House hunting again.” I sighed.

“Have you and Simon still not agreed on a house?”

“No! It’s getting ridiculous now. We’ve viewed 33 houses. I think even the agents are sick of hearing from us.”

“So how many are you seeing Saturday?”

“Um…4 I think. Unless Simon has added anymore to the list.”

“Well have fun.  Good luck.” Sophie said chuckling “I’ll text you and see how you get on.”

“Ok. Don’t hold your breath for good news. See you soon Soph.” I hung up feeling deflated. The house hunting was getting me down. I’d been so excited when we’d sold our house but now I was feeling a mixture of stress, impatience, and worry. We’d sold our house four weeks ago and I was worried the buyer would pull out and we’d be back to square one. I’d seen several properties I liked but Simon had found a negative in every one. Kitchen too small, no rear access, no scope for extending, garden too narrow, doesn’t like the road. The list went on and on. I said we would never find something 100% perfect and we needed to compromise but Simon seemed to be holding out for perfection and I was losing patience. I felt like sending him by himself as my opinion seemed to count for very little but curiosity always got the better of me so I went along.

Saturday morning as we arrived at the first house we were greeted by Toby one of the estate agents. He smiled warmly but looked resigned to failure. This was the fourth time we’d meet him and the ninth house he’d showed us round. I smiled and followed him into the house. It was a lovely semi-detached, three large bedrooms, decent sized garden, garage and kitchen diner that was a little dated but a lovely size with lots of natural light. I could see us living here but stopped my imagination from running away from me as I sensed Simon was not convinced. He was asking the agent questions about the boiler, roof and council tax band and I zoned out.  My phone beeped dragging me back. I shook my head and smiled as I saw a text appear ‘Are you looking for a new house? Need help? Text 1234 for more details.’ I often wondered where these companies got your details from. Their timing was immaculate but I was not in the mood to be replying to some spam. Eventually the viewing ended as we made our way back to the car telling Toby we would call him tomorrow with our feedback and made our way to the next house.

After viewing all four properties we went for lunch. “So what did you think?” I asked Simon hopefully as we found a table.

“I’m not sure. I liked the first one but something wasn’t quite right.”

“Mm. What about the third one the kitchen was beautiful and I loved the bi folding doors onto the garden.”

“Yeah that was stunning but the road was a bit noisy didn’t you think?” I gritted my teeth and wished I still smoked and could go outside for five minutes to chill out.

“I thought the road was fine. You couldn't hear a thing in the house. I really liked it.” I replied trying to remain calm.

“I think it was probably the best we’ve seen today but I’m not sure I’d want to commit and make an offer.” He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “I just want it to be perfect. I don’t want to move again. It will be our proper family home.” He smiled. I knew all Simon really wanted was a family homelike the one he’d grown up in. We were planning on starting a family and he had good intentions but his need for perfection was grating on me. He failed to remember the fact his own family home had been extended, decorated, and tweaked over the years and he seemed to be remembering things through rose tinted glasses. His own mother had laughed and told me I had the patience of a saint as we’d filled her in on our house hunting adventures the week before. She’d told Simon to lower his expectations but the advice has fallen on deaf ears.

A couple of days later I logged on to my emails and a message jumped out at me. It said it was from Premium Movers 1234. I’d never heard of them but opened the email.  A property listing appeared and as I read the details a smile spread over my face. It was perfect. It was like someone had squeezed all our wish list components into one house. I excitedly called the number displayed and arranged a viewing and texted Simon.

We went that evening after work. I tried not to get my hopes up but excitement bubbled in my stomach as we pulled up outside. It looked lovely and even Simon was smiling. An agent appeared and we went inside. It was amazing. High ceilings, spacious rooms, decent garden, quiet location. I loved it. As the viewing ended I looked at Simon who was grinning. “Do you like it?” I said

“I love it.” Simon replied. I hugged him tightly and kissed him. “Do you want to make an offer?” He whispered in my ear.

“Yes. 100%.” I said feeling my eyes water.

There and then we offered the full asking price and the agent called the vendor who happily accepted. That night we cracked open the champagne and I relaxed for what felt like the first time in weeks. The next day I got a call from Toby. “Congrats on the house. You guys were quick of the mark. I didn’t even know it had come on the market. Who showed you round?”

“Um…do you know what I can’t remember his name? I didn’t realise it was one of your houses. We had an email from another company yesterday about it. Premium Movers 1234.”

“Oh that’s weird. Never heard of them. Maybe head office are using a new marketing tool and not told us.” Toby said “No worries. Main thing is you guys have finally found a house. I’ll get the paperwork sent out today.”

The house sale went through without a single hitch. We never did find out who Premium Movers 1234 were but I silently thanked them every time I opened the door to my new dream house.

Second Time Around - Holiday Short Story

Second Time Around

“Argh! This bloody card isn’t working again.” I huffed placing the card in and out of the slot and waiting impatiently for the little green light. Nothing. I jiggled the handle hopefully and then in a fit of annoyance kicked the door which resulted in a sore toe and still firmly locked door.

I stormed downstairs flip flops flapping and rushed up to the reception desk feeling stressed and berating myself for ruining the effect of my 2 hour spa session. “Hello madam. How can I help?”

“My card isn’t working again.” I said grumpily.

“I can sort that for you. Room number please.”

“127.” I said briskly refusing to smile.

“One moment.” The receptionist said with a broad smile. Speedily my card was returned. With a muttered thanks I returned to my room clutching the now working key card. Once I had successfully entered the room I sighed and slumped on the bed which I noticed had been tidied by the maid. A few minutes later Marianne arrived “Hey. How was the spa?”

“Lovely. Very relaxing but then I came up here and the card didn’t work again.” I huffed

“Bloody hell that’s about the fourth time.”

“Fifth.” I said raising a perfectly waxed eyebrow

“Oh well don’t let it bother you.”

“Yeah your right. Apart from the card issue the hotel is lovely.” I was in Puerto Pollensa, Majorca with my best friends Marianne, Carly, and Beth. The holiday had been arranged as a result of Carly having a mini breakdown following her 31st birthday and my break up 3 months earlier. Beth had decided we needed to live it up in Magaluf but after much persuasion Marianne and I had convinced her we might be too old for 7 days of Sambuca shots and dancing on bar tops till 4am. We had settled on Puerto Pollensa but said we’d go into Magaluf for one mad night. It had been lovely and I knew I should be feeling far more relaxed but I kept thinking of the holiday I should have been going on. Prior to my break up I had a holiday to Rome booked; I had looked longingly at pictures on websites and poured over reviews on Trip Advisor. I had been looking forward to seeing the Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, and Coliseum. Everyone had been saying Jack might propose and although I wasn’t too bothered about the whole getting married thing I had felt myself getting swept away with the romance of it all. We’d been together for 3 years and had our own little rented flat. We had been talking about buying somewhere and had been for a mortgage appointment and started looking at prospective places. It was Jack that had suggested Rome reasoning we might not be able to afford it after buying our own house. He had been looking forward to it as much as me and I was shocked to the core when he pulled out and ended our relationship. I remember walking into the flat and happily chatting about my day when he said he needed to talk to me. I could tell from his voice it was serious but still had no idea what he was about to say. “I can’t go Jess.” He said his face expressionless

“What? Rome?” I replied feeling confused

“Yeah.”

“Um…Ok. What’s up? Is Matt being an arse about your annual leave again? I thought you’d already booked the time off work.”

“I have I’m going to cancel it. I’m so sorry Jess but I can’t do this anymore.”

“I don’t understand.” I said a cold fear sweeping over me

“Jess I need to move out. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m not sure I can commit.”

“What’s this about? The house? We don’t need to buy anything. I’m happy here.”

“It’s not just the house. I saw a pregnancy test in your bag a few weeks ago. I know you aren’t pregnant as you’ve had your period.” He said blushing and dropping his gaze, “But it freaked me out. I’m not ready for all this. A house, a baby, and marriage.”

“Whoa! Who said anything about babies and marriage? I think you have got this all out of proportion. The test wasn’t even for me. It was Kelly at work. Let’s just talk about this.”

“I’m sorry Jess. It just made me think. I’m not ready. We’ve been together 3 years and I think it’s just become habit. I just don’t think I love you anymore.”

“What? You’ve realised all this just because you saw a pregnancy test in my bag. This is ridiculous. We can talk about this.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m going to move out. We can sort out the flat in a week or two.” It was then I noticed a packed holdall and suitcase and my eyes filled with tears. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was all a massive misunderstanding. Over the next few days to my shame, I begged, cried and pleaded but Jack wouldn’t listen. Rome was cancelled as I couldn’t bear the thought of going with anyone other than Jack and I moved out of the flat and into a new place.

The girls were amazing. Listening to me moan, cry and shout. Majorca had restored my spirits but I just felt something was missing. Puerto Pollensa had a lovely Spanish feel and was beautiful. The flight over was quick and problem free. The resort was not overly commercialised although still had a Burger King (I swear Tesco, fast food and coffee chains are taking over the world). The pine walk was stunning and the sea was warmer than the swimming pool and so shallow and clear.

That night I was looking forward to a meal in a restaurant on the sea front and deciding on our plan for Magaluf. Beth had been several times and had already lined up a bar crawl for us and was excited. The calm ambience of Puerto Pollensa didn’t suit her as much as the rest of us although she was mightily impressed with her tan after spending hours lazing on a sun lounger.

The next afternoon we got a coach to Magaluf. As the coach squeezed down tiny side streets my spirits plummeted as I took in the rows of British themed bars advertising English breakfasts and 4 shots for the price of 2. Neon lights assaulted my vision and the shops seemed to contain nothing but inflatables of ALL descriptions, fancy dress outfits, and tat. I wanted to return to Puerto Pollensa immediately but knew Beth was looking forward to it and I was being a miserable cow. She was practically bouncing on her seat as she pointed out numerous bars she’s been to before. As we pulled up outside a generic hotel a group of 18 year old lads jeered and one flashed their arse while the rest laughed and staggered into the road. We got off in the town centre and Beth quickly dragged us into a nearby bar and lined up some shots. “I know you aren’t really looking forward to this but I think it will do you good. Let your hair down and properly chill out. Right down this.” Beth said nudging a drink in my direction. “It’s just one night of madness. You are banned from thinking about Jack, Rome or anything else. Jess you deserve this break. You are an amazing person and Jack is just an idiot.” I smiled and felt my eyes water and sniffed.

“Don’t cry. We all love you and this is going to be the best night ever.” Beth said giving me a squeeze. Marianne and Carly joined in and felt my heart swell.

“Yeah you’re right. Jack is an idiot. Sorry for being a mardy pants. Right bring on the shots.” I said smiling and downed my first drink.

“That’s more like it. Come on let’s go to the next bar.” We headed to Jumpin Jaks, Coco Bongos, Chaplin’s, Linekars, and Mambo’s before ending up at BCM’s on a bucking bronco rodeo bull. I flirted, laughed and drank for hours and enjoyed Magaluf more than I would have imagined. There was noise and people everywhere and I loved the randomness of the drunken conversations. Just before 3am we decided it was time to go home and found a taxi rank. Just as a taxi arrived I heard my name being shouted. “Jess. Hey is that you?” I turned unsure where the voice was coming from. Not seeing anyone I jumped into the taxi and we headed back to our hotel. I sank gratefully into the cool seats and forgot about hearing my name and smiled as the bright lights disappeared and were replaced by countryside.

When we got back to our hotel we all promptly went to bed drunkenly hugging each other and whispering as we tiptoed up the corridor. I awoke in the morning head thumping and with a mouth feeling like sandpaper. “Urgh! I feel terrible.” I said sitting up slowly,

“Me too.” Marianne groaned from under the sheet. “I need water.” I slowly shuffled to the small kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge.

“Here. Do you want some paracetamol?”

“Yes please.” Marianne said peeking at me. Her eyes were ringed with mascara. “What did we drink last night? I bet Beth is still feeling fine.”

“Probably. I’ve rarely seen her with a hangover. I think I’ll be fit for nothing today.”

“What was in that last cocktail?” Marianne said as she swigged some more water,

“Everything.” I said laughing softly and holding my head as it pounded

“It was a brilliant night but I feel like death warmed up. Can you imagine how we would feel if we had stayed there all week.” Marianne sat up and moaned. I just shook my head and smiled,

“I’m gonna have a shower and hopefully that will make me feel a bit better. What time is it?”

“Um…10.30am. I’ll text the others while you have a shower. I reckon a big breakfast is in order.”

Two hours later the shower, paracetamol, and breakfast had worked there magic and I felt vaguely human again. A day of topping up the tan stretched ahead as it was nearly the end of the holiday. I felt lighter than I had in weeks as I lay on a sun lounger and closed my eyes. After a snooze and dip in the pool I decided to go upstairs to get my book. “Anyone else want anything? I'm just popping upstairs.” I said wrapping my sarong around me. Everyone vaguely mumbled no and I headed inside. Upstairs to my utter annoyance the card didn’t work again. “Argh!” I screamed before stomping downstairs. “My card isn’t working again.” I said as I thrust the card at the receptionist. It was quickly restored and I took the lift back upstairs. As the doors closed I heard someone call my name.

“Jess. Wait.” But it was too late the doors had closed.  Confused I pressed the button to stop the lift. Who knew my name here? Had I given someone the hotel address last night and forgotten? I racked my brain but drew a blank. God what if it was some weirdo? The lift suddenly juddered and the doors opened about 5 inches. The lift was about 2 foot from the ground. I couldn’t believe it the bloody thing had broken. I quickly jammed a flip flop in the gap worried the door might completely close. The lift felt stuffy and I was beginning to panic.

“Jess. It is you.” An exasperated voice said from below. I looked down and gasped.

“Oh my god! Stephen! What are you doing here?”

“I saw you briefly last night. At the taxi rank. I called you but you didn’t hear me. I couldn’t believe it was you.”

“How did you find me?” I said surprised

“I asked the taxi company where he had dropped you off and came over.”

“What by yourself? Its 70 euros.”

“I know but I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. Hey are you ok in there?”

“Um…Yeah but it’s kind of hot.”

“I’ll go tell the reception. I’ll be back in a second.” I smiled as memories rushed back. We had been a couple 10 years ago but lost touch. We were together for 2 ½ years but drifted when Stephen went to university. We never argued but just mutually decided it wasn’t working anymore. Our relationship had been full of firsts. He didn't look much different. Maybe a few lines around his eyes and a little stockier. My heart raced as I remembered the effect he used to have on me. I’d often thought about him over the years and had looked on Facebook a couple of times but never found him. I suddenly panicked wondering what I looked like. I was only in a bikini and sarong, no make-up, and hair slicked back in a scruffy bun. I looked in the mirror on the lift wall and tugged lightly at the edge of my sarong.

“The maintenance man is on his way. They said you should be out in 10 minutes max. Here’s a bottle of water.” Stephen said passing it through the gap and smiling. 

“I can’t believe you are here. This is so weird. It’s nice to see you.” I glanced at his hands noticing he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring and wondered if he was single. As if reading my mind he said,

“I’m here on a stag do. My brother Ben is getting married. I’ve never settled down though. You?”

“Oh…Um…I’m single too.” I said feeling myself blush, “I was in a relationship for 3 years, but it ended a few months ago. When’s your brother getting married?”

“Eight weeks. Big hotel thing. I saw you were with Beth last night. You two still mates then?”

“Yeah. She’s one of my best friends.” I paused. “This is bizarre. How is your brother then? Has he been stripped naked and tied to a lamppost yet?”

“No although one of his mates Barry did want to do something like that. I’m making sure nothing too bad happens. One of the lads got a tattoo last night his missus is going to go mental when we get home.” He laughed and shook his head. “Ben couldn’t believe I saw you last night.”

“Well it is pretty random. I can’t believe you travelled over here.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” My heart raced and a big grin spread over my face. “It’s great to see you even if it is through a 5 inch gap.” He laughed again, “Right fill me in on the last 10 years while we are waiting for the maintenance man.” The next 15 minutes passed quickly recapping on the last few years, reminiscing about mutual friends and sixth form stories. We were just starting another story when the light went out. I was plunged into darkness.

“Oh my god!” I said feeling claustrophobic “Where’s the maintenance man?”

“I’ll go speak to reception again.” Stephen said. Within seconds he was back “Its ok. He’s here. He was just coming in the door. You’ll be out in seconds.”

“Good. I’m starting to freak out a little in here.” The maintenance man unscrewed a panel and pressed some buttons and the lift suddenly moved and the doors pinged wide open. I ran out relieved and straight into Stephen arms. He kissed me on the forehead and smiled.

“It’s amazing to see you Jess.” My heart fluttered as Stephen stroked my arm. I hadn’t felt that in years. Even with Jack. Maybe Jack had been right our relationship had become habit. We went outside and I quickly filled the girls in as Stephen headed to the bar.

“I can’t believe none of you came to look for me.” I said playfully swatting Carly’s arm “I’ve been gone about half hour.”

“We thought maybe you’d decided to have a nap.” Carly said smiling

 “Yeah we didn’t realise you were stuck in a lift catching up with an old boyfriend.” Beth said grinning.

 “Jess you are blushing.” Marianne said

“He’s got better with age.” Beth said slipping her sunglasses off and peering at Stephen over by the bar. “You should definitely get his number.” Beth continued “You two definitely still have some chemistry.”

“Yep. He can’t stop staring at you.” Carly said nudging my arm.

“Well…It’s a bit weird but I do like him.” I said smiling

“Oh my god! This is so exciting. I can’t believe you’ve met your childhood sweetheart on a random holiday in Majorca.” Marianne said laughing. I was just about to reply when Stephen appeared with a tray of drinks. We spent the next two hours chatting, laughing, and drinking and for the first time in months I felt 100% happy. Stephen was getting another round of drinks when he beckoned me over.

“I’ve got to head back. We have this stag thing organised for tonight. I’ve got to go but I really want to see you again. Can I have your number? We could meet up back home.”

“Yeah I’d love too. We’re leaving tomorrow anyway. When are you home?”

“We’ve got two days although I reckon I’ll need another holiday after to get over this. I’m definitely not a teenager anymore.” He grinned and kissed me. “Right I’ve got to go. The lads are getting restless. I’ve had 3 texts.”

We exchanged numbers and I waved as he left in another taxi. Beth appeared next to me smiling “Must be love. He’s spent 140 euro’s in taxi fares just to see you.” She hugged me tight “It’s so nice to see you happy again. Now come on. Let’s get glammed up and enjoy our last meal in Puerto Pollensa. I fancy that fish restaurant near the harbour. The waiter is gorgeous.”

Eight weeks later and I was putting my earrings in. “Do I look ok?” I said turning around. “We’re going to be late.”

“You look amazing and don’t worry we have plenty of time.” Stephen said gently taking my hand and kissing me. I marvelled at the ring shining on my left hand. I heard a beep and looked out of the window. The car was here. I saw Ben waving and looking slightly nervous. He looked great in his wedding suit and the weather was perfect. “Right come on let’s go.”

 “Maybe the next wedding will be ours. What do you reckon to Majorca?” Stephen said grinning and opening the door.

What A Day! - Short Story

What a day!

By Emma Jones

An argument with the bank started the day badly. They wouldn’t accept my password although I was 100% sure. The irritating bank clerk wouldn’t have it and had helpfully froze my account. I now needed to complete a complicated reactivation form she was emailing me with bank details I didn’t have to hand. I rushed upstairs looking at my bulging filing pile and found a bank statement. The pile toppled to the ground. Paper swished all over the laminate flooring that I was now thinking was a terrible idea. I scrambled to pick everything up shoving it in an untidy draw and added another job to the growing list.

Back downstairs I fired up the laptop which whirled painfully slowly. Eventually I got on the internet and found the email from the bank. Ten minutes later it was completed and a new password would be winging it way to me no doubt made up of a mind boggling array of lower case, upper case, and symbols. I know the bank clerk was only doing her job but the inconvenience had now caused a 45 minute delay and I was late for my dentist appointment.

I rushed out of the house only vaguely wondering if I’d actually brushed my hair that morning. I turned up at the dentist late, hot and in a bad mood. The parking had been horrific. A lorry had been blocking the road and a man in a large Range Rover had decided to take up two spaces in the very small car park. The receptionist smiled and told me not to worry as Dr Khan was running late himself. I sighed and contentedly sat quietly reading a magazine until I was called 10 minutes later. The peace had calmed me down so I was quite happy as I sat in the dentist’s chair. “Any problems Mrs Wright?”

“No. Everything’s fine. Just a check-up.” I replied as I settled back. He began prodding and then I heard an ominous sigh.

“Looks like a bit of decay here Mrs Wright.” He poked a molar and I sucked in my breath sharply as pain surged through my tooth. “Does it hurt?”

“Only when you do that.” I said sharply. “It’s been fine.”

“It’s only a small patch so maybe you haven’t noticed. It’s best if we fill it today though to stop it getting worse or food getting trapped.” I sighed resigned to a large bill and numb mouth as he injected my gum.

An hour later I was back home sipping a cup of tea and feeling a little sorry for myself. My gum throbbed uncomfortably from the injection.

I got on with the housework ignoring the paperwork hiding in the draw upstairs. It would have to wait till another day. Before I knew it the time had flown by and I rushed to the school to collect the children.

Collecting the children from school was the usual cheerful stampede. My son held out an odd wooden structure excitedly informing me it was a bird house. He looked thrilled and couldn’t wait to put it in the garden. I turned it around smiling as I looked for the entrance and rubbed my fingers together as some of the glue was still tacky. My daughter pulling on my arm told me all about her role as the cowardly lion in drama. The school was doing a performance of The Wizard of Oz and she’d got a lead role. The only downside was the school wanted contributions to costumes in the form of cash or crafty parents. I did not fall into the crafty category only just managing to sew a button on a cardigan so knew a cheque would be required very soon. I was looking forward to the show in a few weeks’ time having learnt most of the songs myself helping my daughter rehearse at home. I smiled as the children continued chatting shooing them both out of the school gate and safely over the road. I located the car to find my wing mirror dangling sadly. I couldn’t believe it! I looked up and down the road but of course the culprit was long gone. A costly trip to the garage would be required and I mentally rearranged my week to allow time to get it fixed whilst trying not to swear and stamp my feet.

We managed to get home with no further problems although my wing mirror kept swinging into the car door. Luckily it was only a short journey and when my partner got home from work he managed to patch it up so I could safely drive for a few days. He offered to call his friend at the local garage. I smiled grateful he was sorting it out and checked my emails. The bank had been in touch and I was reactivated and I realised my gum had stopped throbbing. Things were looking up.

However I then noticed an ominous brown envelope from HMRC. It was my partners but he was allergic to post and over the years it had become one of my little jobs. I hoped it wasn’t an underpayment. My partner had a company car and as a result his tax code had been incorrect years ago and we’d been stung for £500. I ripped it open dreading what was inside. To my utter surprise a cheque was enclosed. It turned out his tax code had been incorrect again but this time in our favour. I rushed upstairs and located my partners P11D and P60 from the mountain of papers stuffed in the draw and double checked the figures. It was right. I smiled looking at the repayment for £423.13.  Even with the dentist, garage bill and school costume we’d still have money left. Today hadn’t turned out so bad after all and although my filing system was unorthodox papers stuffed in a draw seemed to work maybe I wouldn’t bother sorting it out after all. Bonus!