Born in Yorkshire and now residing in Anglesey,
Elizabeth spends her time working at the ‘day job’ and writing short stories,
poetry and attempting to finish a novel. She had her first short story, Winking at Angels, published in the Baubles anthology in 2016. When
inspiration dries up, she gazes at the wonderful Snowdon mountain range from
her window until it returns.
Ruth pulled her summer jacket tightly around her and
zipped it up. Even though it was still August, it had been raining earlier and the
sky was overcast. She hurried to the pay station to get a ticket for her car,
as she was running late. Her friends would think she had stood them up. Hunger
was eating away at her; she was eager for her coffee and scone. Without looking
where she was going, she was scrabbling in her bag to find loose pound coins in
the voluminous interior, when she stumbled. As she steadied herself on the wet
metal pole, there on the floor she saw a pair of child’s trainers, silver and
covered with sequins. Neatly placed side by side, as if left there on purpose.
They were filled with rain water.
She looked around her, thinking that someone had just put
them down while on a similar mission to herself and had simply forgotten to
pick them up. But there was no one to be seen. She reasoned that they must have
been left there some time ago to be so full of dirty water. She didn’t know
what to do. Should she tip the water out? She might save the shoes from
becoming soaked through, but looking at them it appeared to be too late for
that. Should she pick them up? No, someone might remember where they left them
and come looking. It would be unfair for her to take them away. No, she would
leave them. She expected they would have been retrieved by the time she left
the café.
As Ruth crossed the road to meet her friends her thoughts
were occupied by the shoes to such an extent that she almost walked under a
black car, only brought out of her daydream by the angry honking of a car horn.
Smiling a vague apology, she raised her hand to the irate driver and continued
towards the café.
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1 comments:
This opening is a really tempting starter to a story full of potential. Can't wait to get my copy of Glit-er-ary to finish reading!
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