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Kay
Lovell
romance
writer
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Just
One Of Those Things
by
Kay Lovell
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sample
chapter
Just
One of Those Things
Sitting in the empty
café, the sun at it's hottest all
year. Joyce was in the shade, underneath
one of those parasols a soft breeze
ruffling her curls; as she sipped her Earl
Grey she became aware of someone watching
her. She ignored the feeling at first but
she could certainly feel the gaze
penetrating her thoughts.
Lifting her eyes fractionally she was able
to see a dark haired man watching her
every move. He hadn't noticed that she was
now looking at him, raising her head to
meet his gaze full on she smiled. He
smiled back. After a minute or two he got
up and came over to her table.
'Hello.' He said on reaching her, 'Have we
met before? Only I seem to know your
face.'
'Hello. No I don't think so.' She replied
her eyes twinkling.
'Sorry to have bother you.' He said and
moved away to the desk, paid his bill and
left. Turning once as he did so to smile
at her. It was just one of those
things.
She finished her tea, thinking of other
times when people had said almost the same
thing to her. Yet she was still alone, no
one in her life at the moment. She must
remember another answer, but when someone
asks if you've met them before, what can
you say? Except the truth, no you have no
idea who they are.. getting up she left
the money for the tea and a tip on the
table. Leaving the café she went
into the hot sunshine and carried on with
her shopping. Entering the local chemists,
the man's beautiful face kept creeping
back into her mind, what was it that made
her think of him/ was it his rich voice,
his handsome dark looks, he was tall and
muscular everything a woman finds
attractive. Perhaps it was her own
imagination running riot that made her
wish she had said more. A perfect stranger
speaks to her and now she is imagining
what it would be like to be kissed and
held by him. Whatever was wrong with her.
She pulled hermind back to the now, to the
present and carried on with her shopping,
placing creams and lotions into her basket
and then taking it to the counter to
pay.
Pulling up in the drive to her house, she
parked the yellow beetle car outside the
garage just as her friend Rosie drew up
behind her. Rosie drove a Porsche Boxster
and today the top was down. Her long
auburn hair was coiled loosely at the back
of her neck in a kind of pleat. She waved
and called out.
'Hi Joyce glad I caught you.' Getting out
of the car she removed her designer
sunglasses and hugged her friend.
'Come on in.' said Joyce fishing her keys
out of her large bag.
The house was cool as they entered, the
off white walls and pastel tiled floor
were reminiscent of the med. She put her
bag and shopping on the marble hall table.
Going through to the stainless steel
fitted kitchen with pale yellow tiles and
cool blue slatted blind, she filled the
kettle and switched it on.
'Coffee? Tea? Or something stronger?' she
asked.
'Fancy a drop of white wine if you have
any open and chilled.' Replied Rosie.
'O.K.' She got the wine bottle out of the
fridge, reached down two huge wine goblets
and poured them both a drink.
Leading the way out of the kitchen door
and onto the terrace they sat in the
swinging seat to talk.
'So what's up that you called?' asked
Joyce her twinkling brown eyes looking at
Rosie questioningly.
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