This week's Thursday Thrill, which is set in my home country's capital city, London, England.
Mystery at the
Circus
Piccadilly Circus
was packed as always but, through the throng of people, I could see
the Statue of Eros less than two hundred yards away. Pausing I took
the crumpled note from my pocket, unfolded it and read it yet again.
Be
by the Statue of Eros at three PM, I'll be waiting
was
all it said.
No
signature, no initial and no clue as to how it ended up in my pocket
all I did know was that it wasn't there when I went out but was when
I had arrived home the night before, after spending a few hours out
on the town. I hadn't got a clue who, or where, it had come from,
very nearly just tossing it into the bin, yet there was something
about the free-flowing way the note was written that piqued my
curiosity enough to come so, taking a deep breath, I made my way
through the crowd continuously looking around to see if anyone was
watching me, before sitting on the base surrounding the statue and
waiting.
Five
minutes became ten, which quickly became fifteen, before I decided I
had waited long enough. The mysterious note writer was obviously not
going to show, the note had probably just been a prank and, like an
idiot, I had fallen for it. Hell for all I knew the writer could have
been watching me, getting some sort of perverted thrill seeing me
sitting and waiting for someone that was never going to turn up.
Pissed
off, at being taken for such a mug, I took the packet of cigarettes
from my pocket, flipped the box open and took one out. Placing the
cigarette between my lips I placed the pack down next to me, slipped
my hand back into my pocket and took out my lighter. Cupping my hand
around the end to stop the wind extinguishing the flame, before I
wanted it to go out, I lit my cigarette and inhaled deeply.
Taking
the note back out of my pocket I read it over and over again, the
cigarette burning down in my hand, before screwing it up and tossing
it into the waste bin a couple of feet to my side before reaching
down to pick up my cigarettes.
Dropping
the burnt out remains of my smoke to the floor I put my foot on it,
stood up and was about to slip the packet back into my pocket when I
felt someone's hand brush the back of mine.
“I
don't suppose you have a spare one of those do you?” The female
owner of the hand asked.
“Sure,”
I replied, opening the pack and offering it to her.
After
lighting it, with her own lighter, she took a small drag and then
removed the cigarette from her mouth.
“I
wasn't sure if you would come,” she said lowering her head and
blowing the smoke from between her pursed lips, “but I'm so glad
you did.”
©JSMorbius2013
5 comments:
Well written. I anticipated as well as the character the person who was supposed to show. Suspenseful and believable.
The anonymous comment was mine Julez.
Wow, amazing touch in your story I loved how a simple game turned into frustration, and then how he finally met someone. You described the area better than I did, and I could've read more if we allowed 2k words. Nice Thrill.
Very nice! I want the rest of the story! What a delicious tease!
How sweet. Wonder what will come next? I don't know that I could be either end of this example. I'm too shy! ;)
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