Bapaume III_LAURA'S LONG DISTANCE LORRIES_Waiting_Beatrice
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Bapaume III
Bapaume IIIWhy he’d gone for the donkeys I don’t know. All of his other ‘business ventures’ had gone tits up so badly I’m surprised he hadn’t thrown in the towel before I was born. The escort agency; the billiard hall (a pwww.onedoor.ccartnership with Joey Hart – whoever the fuck he was); the sandwich boards; the tram adverts; the American hamburger joint on the Golden Mile…the list seemed endless. Nanna was understandably critical; mum was understandably protective, but when she spoke about him she was sad and probably a little confused. Let’s face it, he’d done nothing to cover himself in glory. He’d fail...
LAURA'S LONG DISTANCE LORRIES
“Hello. Is that Mr. Hammond? Barry Hammond?”“Yeah.”“Ah, Mr. Hammond, It’s Laura from Laura’s Long-Distance Lorries. Can I call you Barry, Mr. Hammond?”“Yeah.”“Ah, well, um Barry, I just received your application form this morning to join our marvelous team of drivers. I must say you’ve had an impressive amount of experience according to your cv. Been driving lorries for ten years, I understand. That’s just what I’m looking for here at Laura’s Long-Distance Lorries. Someone with considerable expertize. Is there anything you would like to ask me about the job?”“No, don’t think so. I’ve had that ...
Waiting
The sun is brightly shining, beating down on my back as I sit on the outdoor patio of our favorite cafe just a few blocks from our house. Waiting. It seems to be the one thing that keeps the relationship together. Once more I glance at my watch and a sigh escapes my mouth. I’ve already dealt with the server once, requesting her to wait just a bit more before putting in my drink order. “He should be here any minute.” I know the words are hollow, even as I say them, and there is a bit of doubt not only in my tone, but my eyes also. Already I’ve begun to imagine the horrible scenarios he could ...
Beatrice
A child may ask, “Mother, what’s in there?” He was pointing at the mansion on top of the hill. Dark and gloomy, almost empty. The uphill climb looked easy but the ground seemed soft, as if one would be swallowed by it if they dared reach the top.It would take quite a while before the mother would answer, remembering how stories spread in their village go. “Vampires, dear. Best if we move now because we don’t want them devouring us both.”There was fear in her voice for she wasn’t exactly sure what was inside. The mansion contains a lot of stories, from villagers and travelers alike. Sometimes t...