I am absolutely thrilled with the reception received by my last entry. Not only did it put me at No 1. in Ben's Top Ten, it received over 30 comments and the highest repped entry EVER. So I would like to take the time to thank all you, who motivate me into creating this work, as well as taking the time to reply to a few specifics.
TekindusT, Sculmanator: Yeep, the tequila bit may or may not have been inspired by an event several weeks ago
SimGuy23, XAVERIOS: Those lovely seawalls can be found here.You have to be registered and logged in to access the download.
prens: I like prens
Mithrik: I couldn't keep it hidden forever, could I?
Anyhow, lets get stuck into this.
"I'll have a flat white, please. You?"
"Soy latte. Don't skimp on the strength, either."
The waitress scribbled down their requests, then hopped back inside. The two girls were sitting on iron wrought furniture placed on the footpath, whilst the few cars that were around this afternoon buzzed by.
"So when do you think you'll be back at school? They all miss you there," asked Lucy.
Carla retorted, "Oh nonsense. The girls there are all shallow, and it's pretty clear that the guys there only have one thing on their minds. Not like they'd be interested in someone like me, however. Besides, I've been having to deal with other things."
Lucy put her hand on Carla's. "You know you can tell me anything."
Carla looked down, and bit her lip. "Yes... but..."
"Everything's just happening so fast. I don't even know what the hell is going on half the time. I just need a bit of time, time it seems I don't have."
Lucy reached into her pocket. "Smoke?"
Carla hesistated. "Sure, if you got 'em. What's your poison these days?"
She placed the cigarette in her mouth, cupped the end and flicked open the silver lighter sitting on the table, revealing a flame rather comforting for this chilly day. She tilted her head back in the chair and drew.
No sooner than had she done this, the waitress had arrived with their drinks. When she laid them upon the table, Carla picked up the cup and sipped.
"It's a little burnt."
Lucy laughed. "Oh Carla, you're so pretentious!"
"No I'm not!" she exclaimed, instantly defending herself. "I just know that last time I was here, they made it much better."
"Put some sugar in it and you won't even notice."
"Ha! Please." They both laughed as they proceeded to discuss the usual issues, leaning back into the chairs.
Carla looked at the time. "I'm so sorry, I have to go!" she said as she picked up her bag and hurried along the street, leaving her half-drunk, 'burnt' coffee resting there.
Lucy yelled out. "Okay, but let me know what's even going on these days. I have a phone you know, call it!"
Running down the road, she could feel the vibrations under the underpass of the train approaching ever nearer. Although trains ran every 15 minutes, she had no desire to be late, especially for this.
Guildford station was located annoyingly distant from the town centre, as opposed to many stations on the line which lay in the heart of their suburbs. Of convenience though, was it's proximity to the local high school.
She however had made it. Taking a seat on the nearly empty train, she gazed out the window, viewing the leafy roadside. She took a slight amusement in the traffic that was building up at the level crossing. "Victims of this incompetent government," she smirked.
The traffic remains heavy at many hours.
Two trains pass each other on the approach to Highbury station. At least this intersection was grade separated.
The station sits tucked behind several apartment buildings.
Four car lineups are common on this line, due to the short platform at Winchester station. Those coupled in 6 car trains usually bypass the station.
It's here at Newmarket the largely isolated Eastleigh line joins the main network. One can transfer to metro services, regional trains or simply get off and attend their classes at the college.
However, Carla was heading to Central. Her heart was beating, not knowing what to expect. Pulling her bag over her shoulder, she disembarked and headed down the platform.
The concourse was teeming with patrons. Intercity services were lined up at the station, and she could see many with suitcases, heading off to far lands. But throughout this crowd of patrons, a tall, bold man suck out from the rest. She had never seen this man before, yet he looked so familiar.
She hurried towards him. He noticed.
It was at that point she started running, faster than she had ever thought yet the moment lasted a lifetime. Finally, when not a few feet separated the two, she threw her arms around the stranger. A tear formed in her eye.
"It's me, daddy."
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