For fromoutofthejar : In Demand
For the Drabble Meme.
~I never think you saw the best of me
there's a side you'll never know
'Cos Love and loving are two different things
Set your sights far too low~
In this world, she was different.
Very different, too different almost. John Smith was disconcerted when he saw Lucy Saxon working behind a check out, her blonde hair tied back in a high pony tail, and her face dusted with light make up. But he had forgotten, here she wasn't Lucy Saxon, her name was Cole. A few other things were different here too, he'd checked.
Her Dad had died, he'd drunk himself to death whilst she was still young. She'd been taken in by her Aunt, who'd not really had her best interests in mind. She was pushed from pillar to post, attending a normal comprehensive, having normal friends. Growing up with a big heart and not much money, Lucy Cole had retained her sensibilities. Now, she lived alone, she had a flat about twenty minutes away from her work place. She liked to write and draw, he'd seen her in the stationary shop too, buying ream upon ream of paper.
John watched her. She sat at the till, looking blankly into the distance. It looked like she was paying great attention to a sign for some buy one get one free frozen fish. He picked up a chocolate bar and a drink and walked over slowly. He'd imagined this moment hundreds of times, how he would approach her, how he would say hello and ask her what time she finished and if she fancied a drink after work. He was having difficulty forming the right words now though, as he stood in front of her, holding out the Mars Bar politely, a quizzical look on his face.
“Hiya, y'alright,” she drawled, reaching out and grasping for the sweet without even looking up to see him.
He smiled softly. Her voice was so different. She sounded a little like...well. He didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to look at her, and take all of her in.
“Lucy Cole, right?” he replied, slowly, letting her name form on his lips with a satisfaction all his own.
She looked up, her bright blue eyes looking over his face. John smiled wider.
“Do I know you?” She gawped a little.
“Not yet...” he replied, placing a fifty pence piece on the desk and taking the chocolate back from her.
“But you will...Oh, and you can keep the change.”
~I never think you saw the best of me
there's a side you'll never know
'Cos Love and loving are two different things
Set your sights far too low~
In this world, she was different.
Very different, too different almost. John Smith was disconcerted when he saw Lucy Saxon working behind a check out, her blonde hair tied back in a high pony tail, and her face dusted with light make up. But he had forgotten, here she wasn't Lucy Saxon, her name was Cole. A few other things were different here too, he'd checked.
Her Dad had died, he'd drunk himself to death whilst she was still young. She'd been taken in by her Aunt, who'd not really had her best interests in mind. She was pushed from pillar to post, attending a normal comprehensive, having normal friends. Growing up with a big heart and not much money, Lucy Cole had retained her sensibilities. Now, she lived alone, she had a flat about twenty minutes away from her work place. She liked to write and draw, he'd seen her in the stationary shop too, buying ream upon ream of paper.
John watched her. She sat at the till, looking blankly into the distance. It looked like she was paying great attention to a sign for some buy one get one free frozen fish. He picked up a chocolate bar and a drink and walked over slowly. He'd imagined this moment hundreds of times, how he would approach her, how he would say hello and ask her what time she finished and if she fancied a drink after work. He was having difficulty forming the right words now though, as he stood in front of her, holding out the Mars Bar politely, a quizzical look on his face.
“Hiya, y'alright,” she drawled, reaching out and grasping for the sweet without even looking up to see him.
He smiled softly. Her voice was so different. She sounded a little like...well. He didn't want to think about that now. He wanted to look at her, and take all of her in.
“Lucy Cole, right?” he replied, slowly, letting her name form on his lips with a satisfaction all his own.
She looked up, her bright blue eyes looking over his face. John smiled wider.
“Do I know you?” She gawped a little.
“Not yet...” he replied, placing a fifty pence piece on the desk and taking the chocolate back from her.
“But you will...Oh, and you can keep the change.”