It was easy to convince myself we weren't doing anything really wrong. It was even easier to convince myself Terry loved me. Yet when his love was put to the test, how much could I trust him...
It was starting to get dark outside and as the street light burst into life it shone onto the silver Christmas tree I was decorating. I smiled happily as I fixed the angel to the top of the tree, then I stood back to admire my handiwork.
A year ago I’d have complained bitterly about having an artificial tree, they couldn’t compare with the real thing. That beautiful smell of pine that seemed to reach into every corner of the room had always made Christmas special. But this year I couldn’t have stood it. The sight and smell of a real tree would have brought back sharp memories of last Christmas - memories I was trying hard to forget.
I shuddered as I thought back to that time, and wondered if the pain of it would ever leave me...
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Thursday, 17 December 2009
Christmas Star
"Decorating the tree is for fathers and daughters." Steve had told me proudly. Only this year he might not be here...
“Can we decorate the tree now?” My seven-year-old daughter was jumping excitedly from side to side on the doorstep.
“Oh, Lauren, be patient for a bit longer, please,” I grumbled as I searched in my bag for the key. “The tree will have to wait. Let’s get this shopping in and have something to eat. I’m cold and I’m hungry.”
I didn’t add that I was thoroughly fed up, too.
Undeterred by my bad mood Lauren hurtled into the house, discarding her coat and mittens as she went. I sighed as I watched her. Oh, if only I had her unfailing optimism and energy. Maybe then life and its problems would be easier to cope with.
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“Can we decorate the tree now?” My seven-year-old daughter was jumping excitedly from side to side on the doorstep.
“Oh, Lauren, be patient for a bit longer, please,” I grumbled as I searched in my bag for the key. “The tree will have to wait. Let’s get this shopping in and have something to eat. I’m cold and I’m hungry.”
I didn’t add that I was thoroughly fed up, too.
Undeterred by my bad mood Lauren hurtled into the house, discarding her coat and mittens as she went. I sighed as I watched her. Oh, if only I had her unfailing optimism and energy. Maybe then life and its problems would be easier to cope with.
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Lonely Christmas
All around us was the bustling atmosphere of happiness and goodwill Christmas always brings. If only some of it would come our way...
My jacket was no protection against the biting wind, and my hands were blue with cold as I wheeled the pushchair through the Christmas shoppers. I looked down at Matthew. At least he was snug and warm tucked up in his blanket.
Tears blocked my throat as he gazed in awe at the brightly lit toyshop window. Matthew had only been a few days old last Christmas. Too little to know what all the excitement was about. This year he was beginning to get the idea. Wherever you looked there seemed to be sparkling Christmas trees with twinkling lights, and huge models of Father Christmas in his sleigh with a sackful of presents. All around us was the bustling atmosphere of happiness and goodwill Christmas always brings. If only some of it would come our way.
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My jacket was no protection against the biting wind, and my hands were blue with cold as I wheeled the pushchair through the Christmas shoppers. I looked down at Matthew. At least he was snug and warm tucked up in his blanket.
Tears blocked my throat as he gazed in awe at the brightly lit toyshop window. Matthew had only been a few days old last Christmas. Too little to know what all the excitement was about. This year he was beginning to get the idea. Wherever you looked there seemed to be sparkling Christmas trees with twinkling lights, and huge models of Father Christmas in his sleigh with a sackful of presents. All around us was the bustling atmosphere of happiness and goodwill Christmas always brings. If only some of it would come our way.
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Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Revenge
I was so fed up with my slave driver boss I'd have done anything to get my own back. Then the chance came and I took it...
“Please, Jerry,” I begged softly. “Is it so much to ask. Just one measly, sexy, weekend away.”
We were snuggled on the sofa in my flat and Jerry was looking very bothered by my suggestion.
“I can’t get away, darling, not next weekend,” he said with a frown. “Or any other really. Carla would never stand for it.”
“You could if you really wanted to,” I went on as I gently kissed his neck. “Anyway, Carla’s very busy at the office right now, she probably wouldn’t even notice you were gone. Please, sweetheart...”
I reached up and put my hand on his cheek, turning his face to me. My lips were soft as I kissed him.
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“Please, Jerry,” I begged softly. “Is it so much to ask. Just one measly, sexy, weekend away.”
We were snuggled on the sofa in my flat and Jerry was looking very bothered by my suggestion.
“I can’t get away, darling, not next weekend,” he said with a frown. “Or any other really. Carla would never stand for it.”
“You could if you really wanted to,” I went on as I gently kissed his neck. “Anyway, Carla’s very busy at the office right now, she probably wouldn’t even notice you were gone. Please, sweetheart...”
I reached up and put my hand on his cheek, turning his face to me. My lips were soft as I kissed him.
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Night - Watcher
Any man would be a fool to pass up a woman like Amanda. I certainly couldn't. Now all I had to do was make her see exactly why I wanted her...
The windows of the flat opposite were in darkness. My watch told me it was almost 6.30. She was late tonight. Normally she was home soon after six. She'd get off the bus at the corner and reach her flat four minutes later.
"What's made you late tonight, Amanda Bennett?" I said to my empty flat. "It's not like you at all."
I put my binoculars on the window ledge and sat down in the armchair by the window to wait for her. Ripples of excitement ran through me as I thought of Amanda. This was to be a very special night - although she didn't know it yet. I smiled into the darkness, wondering what her reaction would be when she found the package I'd left at her flat...
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The windows of the flat opposite were in darkness. My watch told me it was almost 6.30. She was late tonight. Normally she was home soon after six. She'd get off the bus at the corner and reach her flat four minutes later.
"What's made you late tonight, Amanda Bennett?" I said to my empty flat. "It's not like you at all."
I put my binoculars on the window ledge and sat down in the armchair by the window to wait for her. Ripples of excitement ran through me as I thought of Amanda. This was to be a very special night - although she didn't know it yet. I smiled into the darkness, wondering what her reaction would be when she found the package I'd left at her flat...
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Pretty Promises
After Darren I swore I'd never trust another man. Sam was gorgeous. He took my breath away... But was he any different...
When my sister suggested I enter Emma in the Trendy Tots competition I was dead against it. It was only a local contest, but there’d been enough gossip when Emma was born, I didn’t want to spark off any more. Besides, my two-year-old daughter was sadly lacking in trendy outfits!
Not that Annette listened. She insisted it would be good fun and if the local gossips had nothing better to do than gossip about me, that was their problem. I knew she was right and didn’t say a word when she got busy on the sewing machine. I must admit I was pleasantly surprised by the creation which emerged, and when we arrived at the competition I rated Emma’s outfit with the best.
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When my sister suggested I enter Emma in the Trendy Tots competition I was dead against it. It was only a local contest, but there’d been enough gossip when Emma was born, I didn’t want to spark off any more. Besides, my two-year-old daughter was sadly lacking in trendy outfits!
Not that Annette listened. She insisted it would be good fun and if the local gossips had nothing better to do than gossip about me, that was their problem. I knew she was right and didn’t say a word when she got busy on the sewing machine. I must admit I was pleasantly surprised by the creation which emerged, and when we arrived at the competition I rated Emma’s outfit with the best.
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Fantasy Lover
When reality is a bit of a let down, what’s wrong with having a...
When Terry had first asked me to go out with him I’d been thrilled. He worked in a garage near the hairdressing Salon and we’d been travelling on the same morning bus for ages.
I’d liked him right from the start and had often wished I’d had the courage to speak to him. Then one day he’d smiled and suddenly we were talking.
Yet it was over a week before he asked me for that precious date...
“You haven’t forgotten about tonight, have you, Wendy?” he reminded me on Friday morning.
I blushed as I shook my head. Forgotten! Ever since he’d asked me on Tuesday I’d spent every spare moment dreaming about him, picturing us walking down the road hand in hand, and then wondering what it would be like to feel his lips gently touching mine.
Oh no, I hadn’t forgotten...
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When Terry had first asked me to go out with him I’d been thrilled. He worked in a garage near the hairdressing Salon and we’d been travelling on the same morning bus for ages.
I’d liked him right from the start and had often wished I’d had the courage to speak to him. Then one day he’d smiled and suddenly we were talking.
Yet it was over a week before he asked me for that precious date...
“You haven’t forgotten about tonight, have you, Wendy?” he reminded me on Friday morning.
I blushed as I shook my head. Forgotten! Ever since he’d asked me on Tuesday I’d spent every spare moment dreaming about him, picturing us walking down the road hand in hand, and then wondering what it would be like to feel his lips gently touching mine.
Oh no, I hadn’t forgotten...
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