I have seen cloudy I have seen stormy, I have seen cloudy and stormy....but it only takes one ray of sunshine to change your day.
Thursday, 29 November 2012
Its a fact..
I have seen cloudy I have seen stormy, I have seen cloudy and stormy....but it only takes one ray of sunshine to change your day.
Sunday, 25 November 2012
I.
I can smile
I can laugh out loud
I can cry
I can please the crowd
I can hear
I can dream a dream
I can talk
I can feel it seems
I can run
I can get upset
I can hurt
I can end up wet
I can dance
I can play a tune
I can shout
I can be consumed
I can do I can do
I can tell you this is true
But is it true?
Am I who you know or knew?
Or is it that the real me,
Is not there to see?
Or chooses not to be seen.
I can choose.
I can laugh out loud
I can cry
I can please the crowd
I can hear
I can dream a dream
I can talk
I can feel it seems
I can run
I can get upset
I can hurt
I can end up wet
I can dance
I can play a tune
I can shout
I can be consumed
I can do I can do
I can tell you this is true
But is it true?
Am I who you know or knew?
Or is it that the real me,
Is not there to see?
Or chooses not to be seen.
I can choose.
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Recycled.
The hollow of that empty shell
Now void of life but stands to tell
A lifeless carcass hard as tusk
Devoid of heart as upturned husk
As empty as one mindless act
That lures to death in sordid pact
So cold just likened winters face
No life nor favours given grace
Such fear that haunts our waking seconds
Unknown destiny that beckons
Face the bell that rings our name
Life and times the dying game.
I understand my mortal self
My worth not judged on merely wealth
And life must have a journey's end
Embrace it as you would a friend.
Now void of life but stands to tell
A lifeless carcass hard as tusk
Devoid of heart as upturned husk
As empty as one mindless act
That lures to death in sordid pact
So cold just likened winters face
No life nor favours given grace
Such fear that haunts our waking seconds
Unknown destiny that beckons
Face the bell that rings our name
Life and times the dying game.
I understand my mortal self
My worth not judged on merely wealth
And life must have a journey's end
Embrace it as you would a friend.
Saturday, 17 November 2012
It's a fact..
Thoughts are what make you who you are, the way you translate them into words make you what people think you are...
Negative thoughts.
A dance without a rhythm
A song that's left unsung
A heart that's never given
Refusing to be won
A night that never see's the dawn
A love that's not returned
The soul that wonders so forlorn
From lesson's never learned
A cry for help unheeded
That echoes through the mist
A friend when they are needed
So often dearly missed
The weight of expectation
A transient that stays
So pay them no attention
Just keep below their gaze.
A song that's left unsung
A heart that's never given
Refusing to be won
A night that never see's the dawn
A love that's not returned
The soul that wonders so forlorn
From lesson's never learned
A cry for help unheeded
That echoes through the mist
A friend when they are needed
So often dearly missed
The weight of expectation
A transient that stays
So pay them no attention
Just keep below their gaze.
Monday, 12 November 2012
The End Of Time.
The old clock on the wall made an almost 'clunk like' noise as the pendulum swung side to side, the thick layer of dust across every flat surface of it's design made it look as if the mahogany had faded in the bright sunlight, the dial was a pale yellow instead of golden yellow and parts of the Roman style numbers had almost faded beyond recognition, the brass pendulum was tainted black through years of neglect, the lock on the cabinet where the key was placed to rewind this worn time piece stood out from the rest of the clock as it was the only area that received constant attention from it's daily winding, the wood around the lock had worn to the same shape as the human fingers that tended it daily as the clunk of the pendulum broke the silence in the room every second.
The room was dark, a single window about 8 feet high drew in what light there was from outside and cast a long ray of sunlight across it which hit the clock at the same time of day, day in day out. As the sun stretched it's fingers across the room at a sharp angle from the window the dust could be seen clearly leaping and dancing in it's wake like bee's around the sweetest honey ever imagined, an old bookcase stood in the darkened corner to the right of the window, strategically placed to never see the sunlight that had so ravaged the ageing time peace, it carried leather bound books that had not had their spines exercised in 3 score years, again the dust claimed every straight edge as it's own, in some cases moths had eaten away the edges of the leather and left just a row of pages squeezed between it's neighbours rendering it all but useless for purpose. The case itself was made of Oak and as such stood firm if well weathered by the constant bombardment of dust from the array of literature it had played host to all these years. Next to the bookcase a huge fireplace stood just below the tick tocking of the old clock, the source of much of the dust over the years, the ash from the last fire to be lit in it's bowels was but the finest powder that just disintegrated at the merest movement of air in the house so long ago had it been used to fill the room with warmth.
On the mantle piece above the fire sat two framed black and white photographs of a man and a woman, clearly taken in the early 1920's judging by their hairstyles and dress, the woman looking straight at the camera over her left shoulder with a huge bun of hair tied up on her head and vertically striped dress with high lacy collar and small pursed lips highlighted and accentuated by the lipstick she wore, the man was also looking to his left but was in a more relaxed position, leaning against a stool he wore a pin striped suit with tie and waistcoat, the chain from his pocket watch could be clearly seen and his thumb was placed in a relaxed nonchalant manner in his waistcoat on the opposite side to the watch. He had a small moustache and a long drawn face with hair that was oiled back off his forehead and a distinct straight parting could be seen on the left side of his head, the two photo's had a white card surround that was now like the clock showing signs of fading and only added to the vintage look of the photos, the dust had also played it's part by obscuring much of the pictures from view.
Further into the room the settee was still draped with lap blankets and cushions, the old curved over arms belied it's age, looking out of place with the rest of the antiques in the room due to it's sought after shape in the modern world, but it too, like all the other contents was a hive of dust. Woodworm had taken it's toll on the softer wood around the arms and the legs of the settee, it stood precariously on it's legs waiting for the inevitable day it would simply fall to the carpeted floor, the betrayal of it's plight lay around each leg where a sawdust like powder sat in almost a perfect circle around the once carved support, it was but a matter of time before the inevitable. A huge hearth rug lay between the settee and the fireplace, of all the items in the room this had suffered the most, it had been ravaged by dust mites and moths and was scarcely recognisable in it's current form, yet in it's heyday it propelled the scene of the brave huntsmen and hounds traversing a huge ditch in pursuit of it's quarry the fox, the horses were captured mid jump with the huntsman clearly shouting "Tally Ho" in support of it's equine ally, though all that remained of the scene on the rug were the hooves of the horses, part of the greying moody skies and in an almost bitter irony of fate the fearful face of the fleeing fox still seen despite it's tormentors demise from the ravages of time.
From the high ceiling of the room a chandelier hung as testament to the wealth of the previous inhabitants, dirty, uncared for and in danger of joining the disintegrated settee at any moment due to the failing joints and screws keeping it suspended in it's lofty position. Behind the settee where the light had not been for close on 100 years lay an out stretched pin stripe suit and next to it a dress with lacy collar and vertical stripes, the dress still worn by it's owner as was the suit, yet they had long departed the world if not the room, the pocket watch still visible and intact in the waistcoat pocket and the neat bun of hair on the woman grotesquely parted from the skull of it's owner in one piece lay slightly to the side of her head, the two skeletal hands still bearing rings were intertwined as only death and decay could leave them, side by side untouched for 60 years. A single brown singe mark in the chest of both sets of clothes could clearly be seen even after all this time, gaping holes that told a story of the foulest of play this room had born witness to, the decaying twisted remains of hair, teeth and dried brown stained flesh a reminder of a gruesome past that was still being played out.
Just then the long brass handle of the oak door slowly descended, barely a noise was heard as two feet emerged from the other side of the door in the dim light, shuffling in old worn out slippers with barely any sole left on them, a bedraggled but suited man with a tie and waistcoat and long flowing white hair emerged through the doorway and shuffled towards the old fireplace, once there he stood looking at the old clock, after a few seconds he raised his hand to the clock and placed a key into the small door his fingers fitting exactly into the smoothed out grooves around said lock, this was indeed the clocks master. He took another small key from his waistcoat and just as he did a folded piece of paper dropped to the floor and landed on the emaciated hearth rug, the old man bent over and picked it up, his dull fingers struggled to open up the fine paper from it's fold, once opened it revealed a sorrowful note of undying love aimed solely at the reader, a statement of love yet regret that it was a love that could never be fulfilled or recognised in life. The old man stood for a few moments as if reading the letter for the first time, small but distinct tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, one tear dropping just below the signature of the letters author, he fumbled in his waistcoat pocket while the sound of muffled sobs could be heard, the most sorrowful sound imagined, he drew his hand out of his pocket and there he held a small black and white photograph, it was of a woman with her hair in a bun and a small mouth accentuated by her lipstick, this time she was wearing a flowered dress still with high lacy collar, the picture shook in the old mans hand, the sobs became that much more audible and sorrowful, he stood in the same place just below the clock for what seemed like an age, his old craggy shaky hands replaced the letter and the picture from whence they had come and again he reached up to the clock only this time he did not have the key in his hand, instead he reached down into the cabinet disturbing the swing of the pendulum as he did and stopping the clocks movement at that very moment in time, as his hand withdrew from the cabinet the setting sun was low enough to catch a glimpse of a silver revolver, it's mechanism cocked and ready, the old man raised the pistol and fired.
The room fell completely silent.
The room was dark, a single window about 8 feet high drew in what light there was from outside and cast a long ray of sunlight across it which hit the clock at the same time of day, day in day out. As the sun stretched it's fingers across the room at a sharp angle from the window the dust could be seen clearly leaping and dancing in it's wake like bee's around the sweetest honey ever imagined, an old bookcase stood in the darkened corner to the right of the window, strategically placed to never see the sunlight that had so ravaged the ageing time peace, it carried leather bound books that had not had their spines exercised in 3 score years, again the dust claimed every straight edge as it's own, in some cases moths had eaten away the edges of the leather and left just a row of pages squeezed between it's neighbours rendering it all but useless for purpose. The case itself was made of Oak and as such stood firm if well weathered by the constant bombardment of dust from the array of literature it had played host to all these years. Next to the bookcase a huge fireplace stood just below the tick tocking of the old clock, the source of much of the dust over the years, the ash from the last fire to be lit in it's bowels was but the finest powder that just disintegrated at the merest movement of air in the house so long ago had it been used to fill the room with warmth.
On the mantle piece above the fire sat two framed black and white photographs of a man and a woman, clearly taken in the early 1920's judging by their hairstyles and dress, the woman looking straight at the camera over her left shoulder with a huge bun of hair tied up on her head and vertically striped dress with high lacy collar and small pursed lips highlighted and accentuated by the lipstick she wore, the man was also looking to his left but was in a more relaxed position, leaning against a stool he wore a pin striped suit with tie and waistcoat, the chain from his pocket watch could be clearly seen and his thumb was placed in a relaxed nonchalant manner in his waistcoat on the opposite side to the watch. He had a small moustache and a long drawn face with hair that was oiled back off his forehead and a distinct straight parting could be seen on the left side of his head, the two photo's had a white card surround that was now like the clock showing signs of fading and only added to the vintage look of the photos, the dust had also played it's part by obscuring much of the pictures from view.
Further into the room the settee was still draped with lap blankets and cushions, the old curved over arms belied it's age, looking out of place with the rest of the antiques in the room due to it's sought after shape in the modern world, but it too, like all the other contents was a hive of dust. Woodworm had taken it's toll on the softer wood around the arms and the legs of the settee, it stood precariously on it's legs waiting for the inevitable day it would simply fall to the carpeted floor, the betrayal of it's plight lay around each leg where a sawdust like powder sat in almost a perfect circle around the once carved support, it was but a matter of time before the inevitable. A huge hearth rug lay between the settee and the fireplace, of all the items in the room this had suffered the most, it had been ravaged by dust mites and moths and was scarcely recognisable in it's current form, yet in it's heyday it propelled the scene of the brave huntsmen and hounds traversing a huge ditch in pursuit of it's quarry the fox, the horses were captured mid jump with the huntsman clearly shouting "Tally Ho" in support of it's equine ally, though all that remained of the scene on the rug were the hooves of the horses, part of the greying moody skies and in an almost bitter irony of fate the fearful face of the fleeing fox still seen despite it's tormentors demise from the ravages of time.
From the high ceiling of the room a chandelier hung as testament to the wealth of the previous inhabitants, dirty, uncared for and in danger of joining the disintegrated settee at any moment due to the failing joints and screws keeping it suspended in it's lofty position. Behind the settee where the light had not been for close on 100 years lay an out stretched pin stripe suit and next to it a dress with lacy collar and vertical stripes, the dress still worn by it's owner as was the suit, yet they had long departed the world if not the room, the pocket watch still visible and intact in the waistcoat pocket and the neat bun of hair on the woman grotesquely parted from the skull of it's owner in one piece lay slightly to the side of her head, the two skeletal hands still bearing rings were intertwined as only death and decay could leave them, side by side untouched for 60 years. A single brown singe mark in the chest of both sets of clothes could clearly be seen even after all this time, gaping holes that told a story of the foulest of play this room had born witness to, the decaying twisted remains of hair, teeth and dried brown stained flesh a reminder of a gruesome past that was still being played out.
Just then the long brass handle of the oak door slowly descended, barely a noise was heard as two feet emerged from the other side of the door in the dim light, shuffling in old worn out slippers with barely any sole left on them, a bedraggled but suited man with a tie and waistcoat and long flowing white hair emerged through the doorway and shuffled towards the old fireplace, once there he stood looking at the old clock, after a few seconds he raised his hand to the clock and placed a key into the small door his fingers fitting exactly into the smoothed out grooves around said lock, this was indeed the clocks master. He took another small key from his waistcoat and just as he did a folded piece of paper dropped to the floor and landed on the emaciated hearth rug, the old man bent over and picked it up, his dull fingers struggled to open up the fine paper from it's fold, once opened it revealed a sorrowful note of undying love aimed solely at the reader, a statement of love yet regret that it was a love that could never be fulfilled or recognised in life. The old man stood for a few moments as if reading the letter for the first time, small but distinct tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, one tear dropping just below the signature of the letters author, he fumbled in his waistcoat pocket while the sound of muffled sobs could be heard, the most sorrowful sound imagined, he drew his hand out of his pocket and there he held a small black and white photograph, it was of a woman with her hair in a bun and a small mouth accentuated by her lipstick, this time she was wearing a flowered dress still with high lacy collar, the picture shook in the old mans hand, the sobs became that much more audible and sorrowful, he stood in the same place just below the clock for what seemed like an age, his old craggy shaky hands replaced the letter and the picture from whence they had come and again he reached up to the clock only this time he did not have the key in his hand, instead he reached down into the cabinet disturbing the swing of the pendulum as he did and stopping the clocks movement at that very moment in time, as his hand withdrew from the cabinet the setting sun was low enough to catch a glimpse of a silver revolver, it's mechanism cocked and ready, the old man raised the pistol and fired.
The room fell completely silent.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
The great and the good.
Matters arising in this meeting
To whom it may concern
A story to tell ever so fleeting
Something we maybe could learn.
An African tribe is dying of thirst
The Tiger has numbers so few
Not for a minute have we seen the worst
Is there something that we all can do?
I will swear my allegience to the African tribe!
The Tigers will get my support!
A few politicians I know I can bribe
Donations can always be sought
The Whales are hurting we must put it right
And monkeys in deepest Peru?
The Amazon forest will go overnight
Oh! we must stop that happening to.
Let's hold a huge party my friends they will come
We can make it a massive crusade
Our riches and fame we will pool all as one
Together we'll call it Fame-Aid
We can raise all our profiles a wonderful thing
Have pictures of us with our friends
Showing the work our money can bring
The potential for this never ends
But, one moment folks of the jettest of sets
This meeting is far from yet over
None of you seem to be edging your bets
This side of the White Cliffs of Dover
The homeless in boxes on cold winter corners
The youngsters with holes in their shoes
The funeral of parents with children their mourners
Not worthy of such headline news.
No glamour in alleys with discarded needles
No purchase from something so seedy
No man of the moment or man of the people
To rescue the plight of such needy
So one resolution I must put across
To you all with the ear of the press
The needy are hurting with similar loss
Though glamour is short I confess.
To whom it may concern
A story to tell ever so fleeting
Something we maybe could learn.
An African tribe is dying of thirst
The Tiger has numbers so few
Not for a minute have we seen the worst
Is there something that we all can do?
I will swear my allegience to the African tribe!
The Tigers will get my support!
A few politicians I know I can bribe
Donations can always be sought
The Whales are hurting we must put it right
And monkeys in deepest Peru?
The Amazon forest will go overnight
Oh! we must stop that happening to.
Let's hold a huge party my friends they will come
We can make it a massive crusade
Our riches and fame we will pool all as one
Together we'll call it Fame-Aid
We can raise all our profiles a wonderful thing
Have pictures of us with our friends
Showing the work our money can bring
The potential for this never ends
But, one moment folks of the jettest of sets
This meeting is far from yet over
None of you seem to be edging your bets
This side of the White Cliffs of Dover
The homeless in boxes on cold winter corners
The youngsters with holes in their shoes
The funeral of parents with children their mourners
Not worthy of such headline news.
No glamour in alleys with discarded needles
No purchase from something so seedy
No man of the moment or man of the people
To rescue the plight of such needy
So one resolution I must put across
To you all with the ear of the press
The needy are hurting with similar loss
Though glamour is short I confess.
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Live it.
Break those chains kick those doors
Take back all that should be yours
Stand your ground and don't relent
Say it like they know it's meant
Be as one with who you are
Shine as bright as any star,
Reach into your inner being
Care not what the world is seeing
One more thing before I go
Something we all need to know
Don't hold back and grab each chance
Life's your first and only dance.
Take back all that should be yours
Stand your ground and don't relent
Say it like they know it's meant
Be as one with who you are
Shine as bright as any star,
Reach into your inner being
Care not what the world is seeing
One more thing before I go
Something we all need to know
Don't hold back and grab each chance
Life's your first and only dance.
One good deed..
The merry-go-round that is business continues apace, the phone is ringing off the hook and customers are their usual impatient selves, (God love 'em) we have just had a lady in who had just spent over £350.00 on her front drivers side brakes with an "approved RAC" garage, nothing wrong with the fitting of the brake components but the top wishbone which connects the suspension to the chassis was in a dreadful state, almost worn out and dropping off, hence the new brakes were binding and getting hot as the whole wheel was moving, I am afraid i had to break the good news to her and said it needs doing at the earliest opportunity. I always wonder about garages that seek affiliation to a trade body as it suggests to me that the usual word of mouth way of getting work is a closed door to them, not always admittedly but where there is smoke...
As a mechanic of all manners of vehicles, trucks, machinery etc for the last 27 years i thought i had seen most things, but rest assured you never know everything and people can still shock you. last week we had a customer call in with an immaculate BMW 3 series, he was on his way to his holiday caravan in Aberystwyth West Wales, he said his steering was vibrating really badly, this being on a Friday afternoon amid the ensuing chaos we were not that keen to inspect yet another job, but as always my conscience got the better of me and we got him in the workshops somehow. A quick inspection and a readout from the laser temperature gun showed a fault on the drivers side front brake calliper, it was reading 178 degrees so was obviously critically overheating, just a few more miles and it would have been the fire brigade needed, not our services!.
I sent the couple off for a walk around the town and and pointed them in the direction of the best cafe and said we will be a couple of hours. Much sighing and missing skin from the hands later and the still extremely hot calliper was removed and a new one fitted, for good measure we checked both sides so that the braking on the front would be nice and even.
Our man duly returned with said wife a couple of hours later and after the bill was settled off they set for their caravan holiday in Aberystwyth, albeit later than planned.
That as they say would be that normally, but towards the end of last week an older gentleman that i kind of recognised parked a little hatchback car to the side of the yard and started to walk towards me with a box of Beck's beer in his arms, I walked towards him and said "Hi" still not completely sure who he was, he handed me the box of beer and I said err....thank you, "That's for you and the lads for saving our holiday weekend in Aberystwyth" and as he said that the penny dropped.. "oh my life " i said, "thank you so much, sorry I didn't recognise you without the BMW" "No that's OK he said i have my wife's car so its probably confusing you".
So having shaken his hand i returned to the workshops triumphantly bearing gifts...none of which could obviously be consumed on the premises but its the thought that counts and we have obviously made a new friend !.
As a mechanic of all manners of vehicles, trucks, machinery etc for the last 27 years i thought i had seen most things, but rest assured you never know everything and people can still shock you. last week we had a customer call in with an immaculate BMW 3 series, he was on his way to his holiday caravan in Aberystwyth West Wales, he said his steering was vibrating really badly, this being on a Friday afternoon amid the ensuing chaos we were not that keen to inspect yet another job, but as always my conscience got the better of me and we got him in the workshops somehow. A quick inspection and a readout from the laser temperature gun showed a fault on the drivers side front brake calliper, it was reading 178 degrees so was obviously critically overheating, just a few more miles and it would have been the fire brigade needed, not our services!.
I sent the couple off for a walk around the town and and pointed them in the direction of the best cafe and said we will be a couple of hours. Much sighing and missing skin from the hands later and the still extremely hot calliper was removed and a new one fitted, for good measure we checked both sides so that the braking on the front would be nice and even.
Our man duly returned with said wife a couple of hours later and after the bill was settled off they set for their caravan holiday in Aberystwyth, albeit later than planned.
That as they say would be that normally, but towards the end of last week an older gentleman that i kind of recognised parked a little hatchback car to the side of the yard and started to walk towards me with a box of Beck's beer in his arms, I walked towards him and said "Hi" still not completely sure who he was, he handed me the box of beer and I said err....thank you, "That's for you and the lads for saving our holiday weekend in Aberystwyth" and as he said that the penny dropped.. "oh my life " i said, "thank you so much, sorry I didn't recognise you without the BMW" "No that's OK he said i have my wife's car so its probably confusing you".
So having shaken his hand i returned to the workshops triumphantly bearing gifts...none of which could obviously be consumed on the premises but its the thought that counts and we have obviously made a new friend !.
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Sam's day cont...
Danny slammed the car door shut with a loud clunk and pulled his seat belt around him, fumbling for a few seconds to click it into the holder,
"I hate these damn seats" he muttered, "never can find that seat belt holster!"
Sam just smiled as she kept her head looking forwards out of the windscreen, trying desperately not to look down and give herself more of a complex about how much of her long legs she was actually showing Danny while sat next to him in the car,
"Looks like it may rain today" she tried to make general conversation
"Well I guess if nothing else it will be good for the umbrella shops" Danny retorted, and with that they both glanced at one another across the car and simultaneously burst out laughing,
"Sorry, it's just I have seen you to talk to that often and here we are suddenly in a car together, it caught me a little off guard" Sam said through her muffled giggles.
"I know I know, I suppose it is a bit strange but if i am honest I have been dying to get to know you better for ages, in fact...from the first time I saw you, here you go Dan smiled, have a gum, they are peppermint, I always have them in a morning good for the sinuses!, he retorted trying to make light of what he had just said"
Sam stopped giggling and took the sweet and placed it in her mouth then glanced out of the car window, unsure of how to respond to Danny's last sentence, an uneasy silence immediately returned and the atmosphere grew tense,
"I-I-I'm sorry Sam, Danny stuttered, I shouldn't have said that, I had no ri...." "Don't be silly Danny, it's OK it's just a bit surreal that someone who i have only waved to over the past few years turns out to not only know where i work but also has hidden feelings for me, I am not sure how to quite deal with it, especially as I am in your car at the same time!"
"Oh Sam I am so sorry, I am doing this all wrong, I didn't want to cause you any confusion or hurt I have wanted to introduce myself and say hi since I first laid eyes on you and when i saw you at the bus stop this morning I couldn't help but walk over and ask if you wanted a lift, I thought perhaps I may not get another chance, I am leaving early tomorrow to start a new life in Saudi and I thought if I didn't say something this morning I would always live to regret it and i don't think I could live with that"
Sam looked at Danny and their eyes met for a split second, Sam's heart felt like it would jump out on to her lap at that moment, Danny's deep green eyes were gorgeous, she had never been that close to him to notice before but she suddenly felt her breathing quicken and her face start to glow,
"Oh for Christ's sake Danny, your timing is bloody dreadful !...what am I supposed to say to that?! we wave and smile at each other for 3 years and the day before you set off for a new life on the other side of the world you make a move, I am sorry Danny but it's all a bit too little too late!"
" Sam, no one is more sorry than I am, I have wanted to speak to you but i could never summon up the courage, I thought you would simply laugh or walk away and somehow, not knowing either way was easier to live with".
"Well it's certainly made it a lot harder now hasn't it Danny/" Sam snapped, losing patience at the limp excuse just handed to her.
Danny pulled the car over into a lay by,
"Look Sam, I know it was wrong of me, but I came from a very strict family and we were constantly told we were never good enough as children and..and a little of that sticks with you, no matter how confident you are on the outside," Danny clutched his hand to his chest "it's in here that matters and I couldn't go tomorrow without at least having the opportunity to speak with you, believe me no one is sorrier than I"
Sam looked again into Danny's eye's, the previous glimpse of deep green had now been tainted with red and Danny's eyes were welling up as he spoke, Sam kept eye contact with Danny as they both just sat there looking into each others eyes, outside the slow pitter patter of raindrops could be heard hitting the roof of the car, slowly at first and then quicker and quicker as the storm grew with intensity, Sam knew it was raining but she couldn't hear the noise, she was lost in Danny's eyes and he in hers, they kept eye contact for what seemed minutes but in fact it was probably just a few seconds, Danny leaned closer towards Sam, the creaking leather seats the only noise above the incessant rainstorm that they were both now oblivious to, slowly Danny moved across closer and closer to Sam until their noses were almost touching, Danny stopped for a few seconds, Sam's breathing became shallower and shallower as her heart threatened to explode with
the passion of this moment with virtually a stranger and as much as she told herself it was wrong the louder the voice in her heart said seize this moment, Danny tilted his head to one side and moved towards Sam and at that split second their lips just brushed one another, the softest lightest touch.. then again, Danny looking straight in to Sam's deep blue eyes with a passion that almost frightened Sam but at the same time overwhelmed her, the slightest touch of their lips again only this time a little longer, Sam felt almost dizzy with excitement, her worries of showing too much thigh a distant thought as she leaned towards Danny's seat, they stayed there lips softly touching, then Danny 's hand reached around slowly to the back of Sam's head, cupping her head he drew her closer to him, their lips now pressed closer together they pulled each other in like the dying swirl of a whirlpool that's has nowhere to run but earthbound with the force of gravity, both of them now locked in a passionate kiss that had them both struggling to breath, but neither willing to yield in case the moment was lost, tighter and tighter they pulled one another into their passionate embrace, forgetting the circumstances that brought them both to this place, focused only on the pure instinct that only such a moment can inspire, Danny murmured Sam's name over and over as he kissed and teased her lips and neck while holding her head in his hand, Sam's usual smart hair and make-up quickly disappearing as the raw passion continued, but she didn't care, she was locked in to this moment like it was a script for a play and she had learnt every single full stop, comma and paragraph off by heart, Sam was engulfed by this gorgeous man and all he had to offer her there and then, tomorrow was a long way away, what happened now was the only important thing in her life.
Danny drew slowly away from Sam's lips and they just sat there for a moment looking into each others eyes,
"Oh God," said Sam, "where the hell did that all come from?, for fucks sake Danny why the hell has it taken you 3 bloody years to make a move?" with that they kissed again. yet more passionately if it were possible, Danny's hand sliding down and running alongside Sam's bare thigh and round to her bottom as he pulled her closer, the frustration of all those years finally bursting to the surface as once again they became one with their thoughts and yearnings..
A sudden, familiar, yet unwelcome noise made both of them jump and part almost immediately, both jumped back upright in their seats like naughty school children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, it was a Police siren and the Police car was in the lay by with them, in fact right behind them. The blue flashing lights reflecting on the windscreen which by now was completely steamed up.
A tap at the window confirmed they were the object of the Police vehicles presence, with electric windows all around Danny fumbled for the ignition key in order to slide the window down, the rain was by now torrential and Danny slowly let the window down just a few inches to greet the by now soaking wet Officer at his door.
"Hello sir,
"Err yes ..yes hello Officer, can I help you?" Danny stuttered
" Is this your vehicle sir?"
"Ahhh yes...yes Officer it is, is there a problem?"
"Is your name Daniel Aaron Collins ?" the Police Officer said in a now more sinister tone.
"That's right Officer, that's my name"
"In that case sir would you like to get out of the car for a second?"
"Well really Officer, is that actually necessary in such foul weather?"
"I am afraid so sir, you see I am arresting you for the possible murder of your wife at 3 a.m this morning outside Christies Club in Peckham Road, You do not have to say anything sir but it may harm your defence if.........." the words were a blur to Sam, here she was, sat in a car surrounded by Police with a suspected murderer who she had just a few moments ago been locked with in the most passionate of embraces and all the time all she was actually doing in reality was trying to get to work!.
Just then a tap at Sam's door saw a WPC beckoning her to leave the car and go along with her in the back of their Police unit. Sam was at a loss for words, she could hear voices but couldn't make sense of what was going on around her, she was confused, dazed, startled, the world started spinning faster and faster....
Sam awoke with a start, the rain had stopped and she was home, at least it was like home, she lifted her head to look around and a WPC said softly "are you OK sweetheart?, you fainted on the side of the road and we brought you in so the duty Doc could take a look at you"
D..d.duty Doc..? am i in prison?
"No sweetie we brought you into this cell as we had nowhere else we could keep you safe from that maniac that kidnapped you in that car this morning, don't worry he is locked up safe and sound and you are free to go, we will need a statement from you but we can do that tomorrow if you like, you have been asleep almost 6 hours, didn't have the heart to wake you"
"six hours!" Sam exclaimed. How the hell could I be asleep for 6 hours, I wasn't even tired!"
"Oh maybe not but those drugs that monster gave you would be enough to put you out for days let alone hours, we pumped your stomach when you came in sweetie, you will be OK now".
"But...drugs?...how? Sam stuttered.
"Oh it's his m.o to give all his victims some peppermint gum to chew just before he assaults them"
With that comment Sam was physically sick, her stomach felt as if it had been hit by a steam roller, she intermingled the vomit with tears and howls that were from her very soul, how could she have been so stupid, how could she have let this man so easily in to her well ordered life?
"Don't beat yourself up hun the WPC comforted her, these type of men are very convincing, they prey on anyone they think may be vulnerable, it's the way they are, it's not your fault".
Sam straightened herself up, sat on the bed in the cell,
"I want to go home, I need a shower",
"I will call a taxi for you right now hun"
The taxi dropped Sam off at the bottom of her cul-de-sac, she walked soaking wet and feeling very sorry for herself towards her flat, she felt used, unclean, she just needed her shower and her own space again, the safety of her flat.
She placed the key in the door and Asterix was there to greet her almost immediately, brushing himself against Sam's leg in anticipation of food, which Sam duly obliged, the flat was eerily quiet, in the far corner of the room the telephone answering machine was flashing that a message had been left, she pressed the message button..
"Hellooo Sam, it's mummy darling, oooh there is some gossip in your street tonight, they have caught that man who killed his wife last night in Peckham road, seems he has confessed to another 12 assaults and another murder, you just never know who is living right under your nose do you sweetheart?, he was trying to fly out of the country today, he had his passport and everything in the boot of his car so it said on the news, but the Police caught him before he could get to the airport, not sure which one he was going to though because he was on the wrong road to get to any airport..."
A chill went down Sam's spine. This was indeed a day she would never forget.
"I hate these damn seats" he muttered, "never can find that seat belt holster!"
Sam just smiled as she kept her head looking forwards out of the windscreen, trying desperately not to look down and give herself more of a complex about how much of her long legs she was actually showing Danny while sat next to him in the car,
"Looks like it may rain today" she tried to make general conversation
"Well I guess if nothing else it will be good for the umbrella shops" Danny retorted, and with that they both glanced at one another across the car and simultaneously burst out laughing,
"Sorry, it's just I have seen you to talk to that often and here we are suddenly in a car together, it caught me a little off guard" Sam said through her muffled giggles.
"I know I know, I suppose it is a bit strange but if i am honest I have been dying to get to know you better for ages, in fact...from the first time I saw you, here you go Dan smiled, have a gum, they are peppermint, I always have them in a morning good for the sinuses!, he retorted trying to make light of what he had just said"
Sam stopped giggling and took the sweet and placed it in her mouth then glanced out of the car window, unsure of how to respond to Danny's last sentence, an uneasy silence immediately returned and the atmosphere grew tense,
"I-I-I'm sorry Sam, Danny stuttered, I shouldn't have said that, I had no ri...." "Don't be silly Danny, it's OK it's just a bit surreal that someone who i have only waved to over the past few years turns out to not only know where i work but also has hidden feelings for me, I am not sure how to quite deal with it, especially as I am in your car at the same time!"
"Oh Sam I am so sorry, I am doing this all wrong, I didn't want to cause you any confusion or hurt I have wanted to introduce myself and say hi since I first laid eyes on you and when i saw you at the bus stop this morning I couldn't help but walk over and ask if you wanted a lift, I thought perhaps I may not get another chance, I am leaving early tomorrow to start a new life in Saudi and I thought if I didn't say something this morning I would always live to regret it and i don't think I could live with that"
Sam looked at Danny and their eyes met for a split second, Sam's heart felt like it would jump out on to her lap at that moment, Danny's deep green eyes were gorgeous, she had never been that close to him to notice before but she suddenly felt her breathing quicken and her face start to glow,
"Oh for Christ's sake Danny, your timing is bloody dreadful !...what am I supposed to say to that?! we wave and smile at each other for 3 years and the day before you set off for a new life on the other side of the world you make a move, I am sorry Danny but it's all a bit too little too late!"
" Sam, no one is more sorry than I am, I have wanted to speak to you but i could never summon up the courage, I thought you would simply laugh or walk away and somehow, not knowing either way was easier to live with".
"Well it's certainly made it a lot harder now hasn't it Danny/" Sam snapped, losing patience at the limp excuse just handed to her.
Danny pulled the car over into a lay by,
"Look Sam, I know it was wrong of me, but I came from a very strict family and we were constantly told we were never good enough as children and..and a little of that sticks with you, no matter how confident you are on the outside," Danny clutched his hand to his chest "it's in here that matters and I couldn't go tomorrow without at least having the opportunity to speak with you, believe me no one is sorrier than I"
Sam looked again into Danny's eye's, the previous glimpse of deep green had now been tainted with red and Danny's eyes were welling up as he spoke, Sam kept eye contact with Danny as they both just sat there looking into each others eyes, outside the slow pitter patter of raindrops could be heard hitting the roof of the car, slowly at first and then quicker and quicker as the storm grew with intensity, Sam knew it was raining but she couldn't hear the noise, she was lost in Danny's eyes and he in hers, they kept eye contact for what seemed minutes but in fact it was probably just a few seconds, Danny leaned closer towards Sam, the creaking leather seats the only noise above the incessant rainstorm that they were both now oblivious to, slowly Danny moved across closer and closer to Sam until their noses were almost touching, Danny stopped for a few seconds, Sam's breathing became shallower and shallower as her heart threatened to explode with
the passion of this moment with virtually a stranger and as much as she told herself it was wrong the louder the voice in her heart said seize this moment, Danny tilted his head to one side and moved towards Sam and at that split second their lips just brushed one another, the softest lightest touch.. then again, Danny looking straight in to Sam's deep blue eyes with a passion that almost frightened Sam but at the same time overwhelmed her, the slightest touch of their lips again only this time a little longer, Sam felt almost dizzy with excitement, her worries of showing too much thigh a distant thought as she leaned towards Danny's seat, they stayed there lips softly touching, then Danny 's hand reached around slowly to the back of Sam's head, cupping her head he drew her closer to him, their lips now pressed closer together they pulled each other in like the dying swirl of a whirlpool that's has nowhere to run but earthbound with the force of gravity, both of them now locked in a passionate kiss that had them both struggling to breath, but neither willing to yield in case the moment was lost, tighter and tighter they pulled one another into their passionate embrace, forgetting the circumstances that brought them both to this place, focused only on the pure instinct that only such a moment can inspire, Danny murmured Sam's name over and over as he kissed and teased her lips and neck while holding her head in his hand, Sam's usual smart hair and make-up quickly disappearing as the raw passion continued, but she didn't care, she was locked in to this moment like it was a script for a play and she had learnt every single full stop, comma and paragraph off by heart, Sam was engulfed by this gorgeous man and all he had to offer her there and then, tomorrow was a long way away, what happened now was the only important thing in her life.
Danny drew slowly away from Sam's lips and they just sat there for a moment looking into each others eyes,
"Oh God," said Sam, "where the hell did that all come from?, for fucks sake Danny why the hell has it taken you 3 bloody years to make a move?" with that they kissed again. yet more passionately if it were possible, Danny's hand sliding down and running alongside Sam's bare thigh and round to her bottom as he pulled her closer, the frustration of all those years finally bursting to the surface as once again they became one with their thoughts and yearnings..
A sudden, familiar, yet unwelcome noise made both of them jump and part almost immediately, both jumped back upright in their seats like naughty school children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, it was a Police siren and the Police car was in the lay by with them, in fact right behind them. The blue flashing lights reflecting on the windscreen which by now was completely steamed up.
A tap at the window confirmed they were the object of the Police vehicles presence, with electric windows all around Danny fumbled for the ignition key in order to slide the window down, the rain was by now torrential and Danny slowly let the window down just a few inches to greet the by now soaking wet Officer at his door.
"Hello sir,
"Err yes ..yes hello Officer, can I help you?" Danny stuttered
" Is this your vehicle sir?"
"Ahhh yes...yes Officer it is, is there a problem?"
"Is your name Daniel Aaron Collins ?" the Police Officer said in a now more sinister tone.
"That's right Officer, that's my name"
"In that case sir would you like to get out of the car for a second?"
"Well really Officer, is that actually necessary in such foul weather?"
"I am afraid so sir, you see I am arresting you for the possible murder of your wife at 3 a.m this morning outside Christies Club in Peckham Road, You do not have to say anything sir but it may harm your defence if.........." the words were a blur to Sam, here she was, sat in a car surrounded by Police with a suspected murderer who she had just a few moments ago been locked with in the most passionate of embraces and all the time all she was actually doing in reality was trying to get to work!.
Just then a tap at Sam's door saw a WPC beckoning her to leave the car and go along with her in the back of their Police unit. Sam was at a loss for words, she could hear voices but couldn't make sense of what was going on around her, she was confused, dazed, startled, the world started spinning faster and faster....
Sam awoke with a start, the rain had stopped and she was home, at least it was like home, she lifted her head to look around and a WPC said softly "are you OK sweetheart?, you fainted on the side of the road and we brought you in so the duty Doc could take a look at you"
D..d.duty Doc..? am i in prison?
"No sweetie we brought you into this cell as we had nowhere else we could keep you safe from that maniac that kidnapped you in that car this morning, don't worry he is locked up safe and sound and you are free to go, we will need a statement from you but we can do that tomorrow if you like, you have been asleep almost 6 hours, didn't have the heart to wake you"
"six hours!" Sam exclaimed. How the hell could I be asleep for 6 hours, I wasn't even tired!"
"Oh maybe not but those drugs that monster gave you would be enough to put you out for days let alone hours, we pumped your stomach when you came in sweetie, you will be OK now".
"But...drugs?...how? Sam stuttered.
"Oh it's his m.o to give all his victims some peppermint gum to chew just before he assaults them"
With that comment Sam was physically sick, her stomach felt as if it had been hit by a steam roller, she intermingled the vomit with tears and howls that were from her very soul, how could she have been so stupid, how could she have let this man so easily in to her well ordered life?
"Don't beat yourself up hun the WPC comforted her, these type of men are very convincing, they prey on anyone they think may be vulnerable, it's the way they are, it's not your fault".
Sam straightened herself up, sat on the bed in the cell,
"I want to go home, I need a shower",
"I will call a taxi for you right now hun"
The taxi dropped Sam off at the bottom of her cul-de-sac, she walked soaking wet and feeling very sorry for herself towards her flat, she felt used, unclean, she just needed her shower and her own space again, the safety of her flat.
She placed the key in the door and Asterix was there to greet her almost immediately, brushing himself against Sam's leg in anticipation of food, which Sam duly obliged, the flat was eerily quiet, in the far corner of the room the telephone answering machine was flashing that a message had been left, she pressed the message button..
"Hellooo Sam, it's mummy darling, oooh there is some gossip in your street tonight, they have caught that man who killed his wife last night in Peckham road, seems he has confessed to another 12 assaults and another murder, you just never know who is living right under your nose do you sweetheart?, he was trying to fly out of the country today, he had his passport and everything in the boot of his car so it said on the news, but the Police caught him before he could get to the airport, not sure which one he was going to though because he was on the wrong road to get to any airport..."
A chill went down Sam's spine. This was indeed a day she would never forget.
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