The Perfect wife                                         MONOLOGUE

Two armchairs, a glass coffee table and side table with a photograph are facing the audience. The feature wall behind is a neutral light brown with a Monet Poppies painting. Bright sunlight is creeping through the windows and reflecting on the furnishings in a streak like fashion.

An immaculately dressed woman in her mid fifties is sitting in one of the armchairs in her immaculate sitting room. She reaches into her handbag for her compact mirror and establishes her hair and lipstick are still in place.

“I am so glad Evelyn could eventually make it for coffee this morning. Her forever standing commitments with the Conservative Club and charity work had always somehow prevented her from popping round

The coffee is ready in the percolator; it only needs switching on and I  remembered the freshly baked biscuits I bought from the Health store yesterday. I admit it; it was a tad cheeky of me to cheat but I do rather like to say “I bake my own”.

Evelyn will be here soon; we said 11 o’clock.”

She glances at her watch and plumps up the cushion on the other armchair.

“I’m always  plumping cushions, much to everyone’s annoyance but then again a saggy cushion never looks neat; rather lived in I would say.”

She turns and looks at the back feature wall.

That paper on the wall. Cookie Dough I believe it was called. Looked good and very ‘in’

in 2011 but style has moved on this year to large florals in purples or turquoise. I will get my husband Dan to re-paper. Of course the Monet poppies painting will have to go. Far too busy for a patterned paper.”

She glances at her watch again.

“Its ten past eleven. Evelyn’s a bit late but then again she would phone if there were a problem.”

Her phone rings.

“James…….. I’m fine thank you darling. How are the family?......... That’s good. Glad you are all taking a holiday at last. Do you remember Evelyn, you met some years ago when we were at a charity fete? A lady of  fine standing? She has finally found some time to pop around for morning coffee. No of course I’m not panicing; everything is in place as always. Remember? Must go; I can hear a car. Speak later. Bye darling”

                                                  

She puts the phone back on the glass coffee table.

“Oh look at that smear on the glass. It sticks out like smoke from a dirty industrial chimney. I’ll wipe it with this tissue. That’s better.

She glances at her watch again.

“It’s eleven twenty, I hope Evelyn  can still make it  umm. I hear she is a stickler for punctuality umm”

The photo on the side table catches her gaze.

“We’ve always had good standards and high expectations. You know, immaculately run home akin to almost military precision. I had a career and was the only parent to pick her boys up from school in my suit armed with a briefcase when the child minder couldn’t. The other mothers at the school gate were rather ‘clicky’.  I was a career woman so I suppose my life was a different one. They would chat very briefly so  I  invited a couple of  them round for coffee (one at a time). We would chat and I do believe they were impressed by the immaculate  standards I maintained. I  enlightened them on how I successfully juggled the household by everyone obeying only to the strictest of  rules at all times. Yes, by “clockwork I’d say: it was the only way to manage. They seemed grateful for the ‘tips’.

 Dan invited a work colleague and his wife in for drinks one evening. The wife said she wasn’t aware we had children and enquired if they were out with friends. I informed her they were tucked up in bed upstairs. Always 7.30 on the dot and then not a sound. She also said she was impressed and again I proudly gave her a ‘run down’ on how disciplined I needed everyone to be so the home could be run  with precision. I could’nt deal with mess or that awful ‘lived in’ look. It was a pleasant evening though and I did ask Dan to invite them again but as he said, “they were a busy couple”

We had a “blip” when Dan had a heart attack at the early age of 42. It was “touch and go” and as usual with such things he was advised to have as little stress as possible.

The two boys were encouraged to excel at school. James was always drawn to IT and that he did. I was delighted when he took his Masters; it would stand him in even better stead.

The perfect son I would say. Mathew on the other hand was a nervy, unsure child so I considered he should follow Dan into airline engineering. It would get him “through the door” and might aspire him into a career as a Flight Engineer or even Pilot training. Dan did manage to get him in except for the fact that Mathew went missing and couldn’t be found for months. A ‘missing person!!’. Why did the lad do that with a good apprentiship ahead of him? Anyway he was eventually found living with some new friends he had met and was working as a Sales Rep or rather Sales Executive as they call themselves. Yes, of course                                                                

he had the upbringing; good manners, smart appearance and good line ofspeech whilst selling his product. Perhaps he would learn the ‘tools of his trade’ and become Director of his own Company one day.”

(She glanced at her watch again)

                                                                    

Umm, 11.30. Where is Evelyn?”

The phone rings.

“Oh hello Evelyn I was getting worried………….Oh you can’t make it………..Yes of course you must get your washing machine fixed if the Engineer is only your way today. Let me know when you are free and we’ll do coffee another time.”

She puts her phone into her handbag and takes out her car keys.

“Might be an idea to go out and look for that wallpaper.”

She gets up out of the chair and walks towards the door

Close curtains

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                                                            THE SWAN

As she picked up the fluffy pink Mangolian cushion Holly held it against her face. “Pink, I love pink” she whispered as she brushed it with her hand and placed it back on the bed. She flicked back her long dark lustrous hair and picked up her white crystal studded shoulder bag.

Smartly, yet casually dressed she closed the front door and made her way along the street. The usual youngsters were playing outside; the older ones hanging around the street corner. She remembered her mother had never allowed her to play out in the street, “It only bred trouble” she would say. She made her way to the Tube Station. Her destination: The Royal Opera House, Covent Garden and her final performance in Swan Lake. From the moment she had taken her first steps, dance and Ballet had been her entire driving force.

The train came to a halt at Osterley and she glanced through the window in search for Chloe, a fellow dancer she had befriended. Chloe had evolved from a privileged background and was the envy of many in the Cast who scrimped and scrapped in low affordable accommodation. A price they paid for the low wages in performing their art. Holly caught sight of her and waved furiously. “Hi Chloe” and greeted her with a hug. “Last performance tonight, thank Goodness” said Chloe, fumbling with the strap on her rucksack. “Yes it’s been an exhausting month but I so love the elegance of Swan Lake; it’s been my dream and the Opera House is amazing” said Holly. Chloe gave a shrug “My brother and I were practically ‘weaned’ there. As soon as we were old enough our  parents would drag us here; “good for culture”,  they would say. I’d have rather gone to a Rock Concert”

They made their exit from the Tube at Covent Garden and walked to the stage door at the Royal Opera House. The wardrobe area array with an ora of white fluffiness from the Swans’ Tutus hanging along the rails. “I love looking at them; so beautiful” Holly pondered. Chloe quickened her stride, “Come on, curtain up at 7.30”

Holly hated the heaviness of stage make-up. She had a natural radiance; requiring only Mascara and Lip-gloss to accessorize her usual good style of dress and beauty. Nevertheless she had to endure “the full works” as she would call it, for stage lighting and emphasis.

Holly and Chloe stood in line among the others in the wings in anticipation of ‘curtain up’ Holly fluffed up her Tutu. She loved dancing the Swan and would savor every moment of this last performance. Poise and elegance at its finest, she thought. ‘Curtain up’ and the Swans floated on.

As usual, it was a fine performance and the House was packed. After the Finale and much applause the last curtain came down.

Holly removed the stage make-up. Adding a natural lip-gloss she turned to Chloe. “Are you staying in town or traveling back Chloe?” Slipping on her coat Chloe replied, “I think there are mumblings about going to the Pub as it’s the last show” Holly made up her mind  to go ‘with the flow’.                                                       

                                                              

She was tired but it would be unsociable not to do so. As she passed her Tutu and headdress to the Wardrobe Department she fought back tears which she feared would visibly cascade. At least she had fulfilled the ultimate dream; a part in Swan Lake at the Royal Opera House. She could drink to that!

 er girls, can you listen to me for a moment” Sue the Choreographer interrupting their chatter.

                                                             

We have a request from the Saudi Arabian Ambassador and his guests to join them for a meal at the Dorchester. As it’s late you will all be allocated safe transport home. It would be rude to refuse unless you have a really good reason not to.  Chloe nudged Holly. “Wow, my parents would love this” Holly pondered, “You know I would rather go home and relax with mum and Kieran.” Chloe appeared unsure. “Yes, on second thoughts I think I’ll give it a miss, I promised an old school friend I would meet up tonight”  

Cabs were arranged and both Production Staff and Cast waited excitedly for their arrival.

Holly found herself drawn to the excitement and changed her mind. She was going to join the meal and searched around for Chloe. A voice from the distance echoed, “Holly, Chloe had a previous commitment; she has gone” The Cabs arrived and Holly accompanied the others to the Dorchester. Upon arrival,

a uniformed Doorman was at the entrance. As she stepped into the Foyer she was in awe of its splendor. She had been to grand places on several occasions but loved the design and class of this place.

Everyone assembled in the Bar for pre-dinner drinks. “A bit late for Dinner” Holly joked to the Barman. “No problem Madam. Special arrangements have been made.” As she glanced around Holly noticed Chloe

enter the Bar. “Hi Chloe” she quipped. “I thought you weren’t coming?” Fiddling uncomfortably with her hair Chloe muttered “It blew out. My friend couldn’t make it so I got a Cab here by myself”. Holly sat back on the barstool. “I decided to come after all and tried to find you but was told you had left. Anyway, I’m glad you’re here. A place like this can cater for one more I’m sure”

The Saudi Ambassador appeared with his two smartly dressed guests. One by one Sue introduced the two men; Prince Abdullah and Prince Mustafa to the Production team and cast. Chloe appeared keen to make a good impression to both men. She tried desperately to hold their attention for as long as she could but they eventually excused themselves to circulate As Abdullah and Mustafa stepped towards Holly she flashed a nervous smile yet with her usual bubbly manner said “Hello, I hope you enjoyed the Ballet?” Upon shaking her hand Abdullah held her gaze. “Yes we did indeed, thank you, immensely. Very British”. Mustafa moved along; Chloe had previously taken up so much of their time already and Sue was waiting for them. Abdullah was oblivious to the situation and carried on talking with Holly. “I had always wanted to see it. It is a fine piece of your culture ”Abdullah smiled.  By now Holly felt easier and her usual confidence exuded. “I always wanted to dance in Swan Lake since I was a child. I am so lucky; oh by the way, my Uncle works in Saudi. Apparently it is very hot there”. “Indeed you must visit my country one day” said Abdullah. Holly noticed Chloe was watching her intently which made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

The Bar area began to empty; it was time to make way to the Restaurant. Chloe was waiting at the doorway. “Well lucky you” Chloe quipped almost sarcastically. “He took some time chatting to you!!”

The restaurant with its starched tablecloths, napkins and silverware looked awesome but it was the flowers on the table which took Holly’s breath away. “Pink and white” she muttered “Beautiful” A man’s voice

                                                                 

whispered quietly “May I have the pleasure of joining you?” Holly turned round, “Oh yes of course                      that would be lovely; Abdullah isn’t it?” As he pulled out her chair he whispered softly “Please call me Abdul “. Chloe sat next to Holly on her other side. She had hoped to place herself near Mustafa but he was over the other side with Sue and one of the other girls. Holly glanced at the cutlery and remembered her mother had told her to work from the outside inwards but she knew she could peek at Chloe if the need arose. With the flick of her hand she tossed her long hair away from her face. Abdul took his cue, “How long have you danced Holly?” Holly took a sip of wine, Almost since I could walk. I can do many different types of dance but Ballet is my favourite. It was always my dream to do Swan Lake; so regal, so elegant” Abdullah beckoned the Waiter, “May I have pure water please?” Holly looked quizzingly at him. “I do not drink;                                                                     

it is part of my religion. I am Muslim Holly but please enjoy your wine. As we were saying, you dance beautifully and caught my eye. I watched you throughout most of the performance; so beautiful.

Holly blushed; hoping it would not become apparent. “Oh that’s lovely; thank you”. Pouring water from a jug into his glass Abdullah asked, “Do you live in London?” She took another sip of wine. “I live on the outskirts of town but it’s easy to get here by train. I love London” The waiter arrived with the starter.
Holly quickly glanced to her left and watched Chloe pick up her cutlery. To her relief she remembered the guidance her mother had given her. After all, it isn’t every day you get a row of ‘eating irons’.  

Chloe moved in towards Holly and whispered, “Be careful! He is rather attentive. I wouldn’t say too much to him” Abdullah enquired about Holly’s life and made small talk. She felt relaxed and her bubblyness as usual shone through.

 

As the meal drew to a close the Saudi Ambassador arranged transport home for the Princes’s guest.

As he took her hand Abdullah shook it and held his grip. He passed a small piece of paper to her. “I hope you are not offended Holly; I wrote down my personal number to pass to you. I am in London for another two weeks. It would be a great honour if you would care to join me perhaps for Dinner one evening”. Holly felt exhilarated “Oh thank you, I may do that”. Again she noticed Chloe watching her movements

and was concerned her friend’s evening would not be spoilt by worrying about her. However, she popped the piece of paper in her purse.

The following day she met Chloe for lunch. “Hi Chloe” Holly waved. Chloe seemed friendly yet also slightly agitated. “I saw that last night; he passed his number to you Holly”. Excitedly Holly spun round,

“I know and a real Prince; how good is that and I loved that place we went to”. Chloe could see the excitement and pride in her friend’s eyes and by now had become extremely agitated and snapped, “I warned you to be careful with him. He is probably only here for a short while; another notch for him I’d say.” Holly was surprised her friend didn’t share her good fortune. “I might not even go” she said meakly. Chloe stamped her foot, “Well did you know that Saudi Arabia have a lot of Princes. They run the country. It’s not like a Prince here where we have just a few. If you see him I will tell your boyfriend and I won’t want to know you”. Amazed at such a reaction Holly turned on her heels, “I thought you were a true friend. That is awful”. She walks away and tried to divert her mind from Chloe’s betrayal by window shopping. She stops. takes a deep breath then takes the small piece of paper out of her purse and dials the number.

                                                                        

“Hello”came a softly spoken foreign male voice. “Hello Abdul, it’s Holly. About that invitation for Dinner. Yes I would love to join you” There was a pause, “I am most privileged Holly. Are you free tomorrow?”                                                     

Staring at the bright sunlight she knew she had made her decision. “Yes that would be lovely; when and where?” Abdullah sounded confident and in control of the situation which she had always found an attractive attribute in a man “I will have a car to collect you from wherever you wish; about 7.30?”  Holly knew it was the moment to lay down the rules. Abdullah would have the chance to back out even if at the last minute, “Just one thing Abdul, you did say Dinner and if you will excuse me for saying so and please do not take personal offence, I ONLY do Dinner”. Abdul went quiet for a few seconds. “Holly, I really respect you for that and you have my word trust me”.  She breathed a sigh of relief at his kind words. “Can you ask your driver to collect me at Hatton Cross Station; I don’t really want anyone seeing me. It’ll be all over face book or gossip will get distorted. “Of course 7.30 it is. Look forward to seeing you Holly”.

Back home she looked through her wardrobe; the bed stacked with clothes, bags and shoes.

                                                 

After many outfit changes she decided a navy cocktail dress would be appropriate. Yes navy, this year’s colour: classic and classy. Now shoes and jewellery!.

Holly drove herself to Hatton Cross. Better to be independent as a precautionary measure. She didn’t know Abdullah and if things got out of hand she could head for the Tube or the all night bus, pick up her car and drive home. She fidgeted as she stood at Hatton Cross and couldn’t determine whether it be nerves or excitement or a combination of both. A gleaming car approached, the Chauffer got out and opened the door for her. “Good evening Madam. I believe it’s Claridges”.. “This is a first” she thought. “Could get to like this” On arrival at Claridges  a smartly dressed uniformed Doorman opened the door for her. “Good evening Madam”. With heart pounding she could see Abdullah rise from his seat in the Foyer to greet her. He took her hand and kissed it gently, “Lovely to see you Holly. You look beautiful. This is such an honour for me” She was overwhelmed by his polite and attentive manner.

“Englishmen are not usually like this; they tend to be rather reserved emotionally” she thought. “Thank you Abdul; likewise. It is lovely to see you again. Thank you for inviting me”

He guided her to the Bar area for a pre-dinner drink. “What would you like?” he asked softly. “I’ll join you in a soft drink if that’s all right by you. I drove my car to Hatton Cross and parked up so I cannot drink”. “Yes Sir, what would you like?” the Barman asked.”May I have sparkling water with a dash of lime juice please?” Holly quipped. Abdullah pondered, “Could you make that two please?” “I will bring your drinks to you Sir”.  They walked over to the sofa. Holly flicked her hair away from her face.

She loved her thick lustrous hair; it was her crowning glory and swayed like the breeze as she walked.

“Was there much traffic coming into town” Abdullah asked. Not really. It was quite a smooth ‘run in. I guess ‘rush hour’ hadn’t been that bad. The traffic kept flowing all the way along. As she looked around the sparkle from the large Crystal chandelier caught her eye. She touched the soft velvet buttoned

                                                       

                                                        

upholstery of the sofa. Abdullah sipped his drink,“This is really nice, so refreshing. You have good taste. Would you like more ice?” “No I’m fine thank you. Abdul, where are you staying?” “Mustafa and I are at                                                          

                                      

the Ambassador’s residence; there are security measures there”. Holly was intrigued, “Security? Well what happens when you are out of his residence?” He touched her had re-assumingly. “I have people

around me all the time. Holly, you are safe. Shall we go and dine?”

They entered the restaurant. Holly glanced around, “Those two men over there. Are they Bodyguards?”

she wondered, “they were in the Bar at the same time”. Abdullah pulled out a chair and seated Holly at the table. As she sat down she noticed an arrangement of white roses, gyps Ophelia and white feathers. Abdullah had requested a centre piece especially for her. “They are beautiful” she gasped. “Fluffiness in the Gyps Ophelia and feathers like swans”. “I am delighted you like them”. He beckoned the Waiter who took his cue. “Madam this is for you from the gentleman” On a small silver tray was a small gift wrapped box adorned with a fresh pink rose. Holly felt her face redden with embarrassment. “Is this really for me Abdul? Why?” “Open it” he replied. Fumbling nervously whilst opening the tiny package she glanced at the rose. “Pink! My favourite colour, it’s so pretty”. As she opened the small box she found a solid silver locket. “Oh Abdul” she gasped, “It has a swan engraved on the front and yesterday’s date on the back. I really don’t deserve this. You know you shouldn’t have!” He sipped from his glass, “It is our custom to buy our beautiful women beautiful gifts. You are a very special person to me. I have the privilege of your company”. “Yes, but it is ONLY Dinner!” She began to                                       

suspect he would try and break the rules and later try the bedroom tactics. He could read her mind. “Of course it is ONLY Dinner. I respect you and although I am a full-bloodied man I would not wish to loose you because I had taken advantage” Holly was so relieved. He was a genuinely lovely man whom she had begun to like immensely. She rose from her seat and flung her arms around him. “Thank you Abdul; you are such a special person too”. He responded with a hug, “Now tell me more about your life in England and I will tell you about mine in Saudi Arabia”.

The Waiter arrived with the menu. Holly choose a Starter of Seafood, followed by Coq a Vin and Fruit

Cocktail. Abdullah choose a Starter of Stuffed Mushrooms followed by Sea bass and also Fruit Cocktail.

“Drinks Sir?” enquired the Waiter. “Would you like a juice Holly?” “I will join you in water if I may. Could I have a sparkling one please Abdul? “One still water and one sparkling water please? Abdul asked.

“Where were we? Ah yes, your life here in England”. “ I have lived in Hanworth for most of my life. I went to an ordinary school and was reasonably academic but as you already know the only thing I ever wanted to do was dance. My destiny, I call it.” “Did you go to University?” he asked, “Everyone automatically seems to go to University now.” “No, I didn’t want to do that. I left school and went to college to gain my qualifications in dance and then qualified to teach. Whilst at college I did a part-time job mainly selling finance in Retail and had my own small business breeding and selling rabbits.

                                                                  

Only to good homes though. Before I sold any of them I would inspect the homes they were going to.  They were all cherished; I would see them born then weaned; it was not only a moneyed enterprise. In fact I made little money but loved it. Looking puzzled, Abdullah quipped, “You mean you went to college to study and took on a part-time job as well.” “Yes of course, I needed the money to go out with my friends plus things I needed. I couldn’t expect my mum to pay for everything plus I had a car. At one time I did a bit of modeling and television work; that bought in a little more cash. .I was lucky to progress and get a place at the Ballet Rambert School of dancing. That’s how I came to do Swan Lake”. The Waiter arrived with the Starters. Unfolding his napkin Abdullah went very quiet. Holly looked                                                         up.“Are you happy with your Starter Abdul?” “Oh,  yes, splendid thank you. Tell me Holly, do you travel away from home with your dance                                                 

Company?” “This was my first job with them. How lucky was that; Swan Lake at the Royal Opera House. That could have taken ages to come along but yes I may have to travel here in England and sometimes go abroad”   “Abdullah took Holly’s gaze, “You know Holly, you are an incredible young woman; loving, strong, confident, ambitious and incredibly beautiful”.  Holly put down her knife and folk, “That is a lovely thing to say but you know Abdullah, English girls do not get that kind of flattery. Our men are very reserved and when we do get it from them we become suspicious. Some of them flatter for only one reason.” “You must understand Holly; it is in our blood to be romantic. It is natural for us to open our hearts but I wouldn’t do so if I didn’t mean it. Please accept my compliment”. “I am so sorry if I offended you Abdul. Indeed I now understand from your part it is a cultural thing. Now I come to think about it Italian and Spanish men are the same. Now how about your life in Saudi!”

The Main Course arrives. “This looks healthy; I have chicken and you have fish” said Holly.

“Yes good choice. Let me start from the beginning. I was educated for a while at boarding school here in England and then attended the London School of Economics. After that I returned to Saudi to follow in my family’s footsteps. You see Holly, Saudi Arabia is governed by many Princes and the Saudi Royal family. The laws are passed by the King. Holly looked intrigued, “so you are like a Politician or Cabinet Minister?” “Yes, very similar”, Abdullah sipped his water. “My uncle works in Saudi Abdul. He says the laws are very strict. The women wear long clothing and cover their heads, is it true they all have to do this? ” “Saudi is an exceptionally strict Muslim country but things are beginning to change there.

                                                        

Women can now drive alone”. Holly looked aghast, “Women can now drive on their own!!! Did  they think they were incapable?” “It’s not as bad as you imagine Holly. The Press do tend to over exaggerate and when the English go out there and work most of them actually like it. For one, the sun is always shining” he laughs. “There is of course much wealth owing to our oil. Riyadh for example is incredibly rich; a city to be proud of. Our women have a good standards; great jewels and luxuries.” “You mean a bit like Dallas but in Saudi” “Yes except I am not J R Ewing” Holly laughs and nearly falls from her chair, “this man’s got style.” Abdullah gets out of his seat and steadies her, “Are you sure that’s only water you’re drinking” and laughs..

The Waiter arrives with the Desert. “Thank goodness for something light. I am rather full are you Abdul?”

“Yes, did you enjoy your Coq a Vin?” “Lovely thank you and your Seabass?” “It was fine; very enjoyable;

I love fish, men are usually huge meat eaters but this one loves fish” he chuckles.

                                                           

“Now for Coffee. I believe the British like Coffee. Would you like one Holly?” I would love a cup of tea; now you can’t get more British than that”, Holly laughs. “We drink mint tea but I think I will have a

Coffee. I’ve been drinking it all week with the Ambassador”

Tea and Coffee are served. Abdullah looks uneasy and serious. “Holly, please do not stop me from what I am about to say. You see, I loved you from the moment I saw you on the stage. I guess it was love at first sight” Holly’s eyes widened. “No Holly, hear me out. This is coming from deep in my heart. I have                                                              

looked into your soul especially this evening. I DO mean it when I say I genuinely love you for your strengths, compassion, ambition. humour and your beauty. Holly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It

 was nearing the end of the evening; was he making the “bedroom” move? “Holly, would you come to Saudi and be my wife?. You would make me such a proud man. You will have a good life. Please take your time and consider it”

Holly was speechless then gathered her senses. “But Abdul you hardly know me!!!!” “Believe me Holly I rate myself a good judge of character. Please, please at least consider it. I know on my part this is something unforeseen that has happened .I didn’ come to London expecting to fall in love. You have my number and I am going to give you my email address. If you decide otherwise at least please keep in touch and if you ever change your mind I will be waiting. “But Abdul, you can have more than one wife if you are rich. I couldn’t share”. “Indeed we are allowed four wives if we can afford it; it is our religion. I do not have a wife yet. I would have one wife, YOU. Anyway, it has been a beautiful evening and I hope you have enjoyed it. I will call my Chauffeur for you”.

Thank you Abdul for a wonderful time and the beautiful locket. I shall treasure it forever. May I take a feather from the arrangement?” “Yes of course; take the arrangement if you wish, it is yours”

He took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips tenderly. “Remember Holly, I love you. Oh here is the car”. The Chauffeur opens the door and she steps in. She waves at Abdullah and blows a kiss.

Immersed in confusion; her mind almost numb she sits back and catches sight of Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament lit up and showing all their glory. “London, how could anyone leave London? The

Chauffeur asks directions to her car. He opens the door and she steps out. As she hears the car door close it reminds her almost of a door closing on the grand style she has experienced the past two days..“Drive carefully Madam”. Thank you for taking me. Goodnight”.

Holly couldn’t remember driving home. She was ecstatic yet scared of the decision which would confront her.. She went up to her room but sleep evaded her and when it did she thought she had been dreaming.

                                                              

The next few days she mulled over Abdullah’s offer of marriage. Yes she was fond of him and in a funny sort of way she loved him. She was almost sure he was genuine. He could give her fine riches; how lucky was that. Could she convert to his religion? That would mean wearing long clothes and covering her so cherished hair. She wouldn’t be able to dance. She held the pink fluffy Mongolian cushion against her face. Soft, warm and bought by her beloved Kieran when she had so wanted it.

She picked up her Mobile, “Hello Abdul. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I wanted you to know I had seriously considered your proposal. As much as I love you, I cannot give up my dancing. I am so sorry but one thing I would really treasure and that is that we keep in touch and stay friends for life. I couldn’t loose

                                                           

you completely; that would break my heart”. “Of course I am disappointed Holly but you are wise enough to know that without your dancing career life would never be a happy one for you. Yes, at least being a friend for life will mean I have some part of you. All is not lost; on the contrary much has been gained”

“Thank you Abdul for your understanding and such a wonderful compromise. We will email and meet when you come to London again”. “Indeed, and you and your family come out as my guests in Saudi”

“Bye for now Holly” “By for now Abdul. Love you”

                                                                 

She picks up her white studded shoulder bag. Time for Rehearsal: Swan Lake:  Destination: Broadway

                                                                                                                                               NEW YORK

  

  

                                

FLASH FICTION

MOVING ON

The sound of  a large vehicle reversing caused my heart to race in anticipation.

With baited breath I listened as it slowed to a halt. The ‘clunk’ as the tailgate was lowered confirmed the moment of dread which had engulfed me.

The house was now too large for mum and although in reasonably good health the stairs were a difficult factor within her capabilities

Mum also heard the ‘clunk’ and flinched yet other than that, showed no visible emotion. I touched her gently on the arm but averted my gaze lest she should see the sadness in my eyes.                                                      

“Can you open the doors love?” A gruff voice echoed through my muffled mind.

Boxes filled with essentials and a lifetime of memorabilia were packed and ready for removal.  Sixty years’ of memories flashed through my mind as if I were traveling at the speed of light. Piece by piece like a jigsaw mum and dad  turned this shabby house into a fine home. I glanced at the staircase and  saw myself as a child  sitting on the stairs during the evenings watching dad paint whilst mum was working to supplement financial survival. The luxury of  Central Heating and the first beloved cat and dog sprang to mind. Dad passed away though afterwards conveyed a message to mum requesting  her to plant a yellow rose bush which he promised would flourish in the garden. Albeit rather skeptical about spiritual matters she planted the  rose and it flourished well until  eventually grewing old and losing its lustr.        

“Are you going to make tea?”  Mum’s words brought me back to reality. The remaining boxes were loaded and time had come to walk away. My heart began to pound and hot poker like tears filled my eyes. Again I averted my gaze as mum closed the front door. Showing no emotion she said “That’s it”.    

Upon arrival at the bungalow we began unpacking immediate necessities. Mum was sullen and irritated. Sleep did not set upon either of us easily. Exhaustion nearly overcame me and I feared for the dark frame of mind mum was slipping in to. There was no turning  back. We had sold the house. Dad would have loved the bungalow. It was small and in his later years the maintenance of the house tired him.       

The  doorbell rang unexpectedly and upon opening the door three familiar beaming faces took my breath away. My three grandchildren Jay, Michael and Lauren had come  to surprise their great grandmother in hr new home..

“Hello Great Nana” they chorused. I caught sight of genuine  emotion in mum’s eyes. Excitedly they ran from room to room and into the garden “It is overgrown so be careful”,  Mum said  tenderly.

“Great Nana” they shouted excitedly “Come here”. As she walked towards them Lauren followed by Jay and Michael was clutching a yellow rose. “We picked it for you. It was over there” I glanced at my mother and  knew we shared  the same instinct. Had my father sent her the rose in the fair hand of her great granddaughter?.           

“We must get this place sorted for the school holidays” my mother beamed with happiness,  flourishing like the rose.           

          

 

  

THE OTHER SIDE   

It was a split second of sheer anticipated agony. He raised his arm and the leather belt

would thrash her frail body. She let out a scream.  “No! Please! I didn't do it!.” When he had

finished he marched out into the back yard. Beth knew this frequent cruel act of punishment

from  her stepfather was a consequence of lies, hatred and betrayal bestowed upon her by

his own daughters. “Not one of us” they would mock.

Her mother Beattie had told her to be thankful. Her father had deserted them when she was

a baby and they had a roof upon their heads and food on the table. She did not know who had fathered her;. it was never acknowledged and questions were forbidden.

Dick Arkly a rugged, rough and dominating man, himself a widower with two young

daughters had offered a hand in marriage for the price of a warm bed at night and a meal on the table

after a shift at the Docks.  This being a stark contrast to Beattie’s days before Beth’s birth. She had been as a successful Old Time Music Hall artist.  With it became fame, a good living and connections within the higher ranks of society.

Beth ran to the cold water tap and bathed her hot, salty tear stained face. Her soul was crushed but the coolness of the water felt soothing and comforting. Her mother was not in strong health and unable to protect her from this vile vendetta. Beattie’s sister  Milly lived in the next street and on such occasions her mother would send Beth to her for solace and compassion. Beth gained composure, wrapped her shawl across her shoulders and made her way along the street. Squalor! Depravity! That’s how life is for folk like us on the other side. A small boy sat on sat on  the curb nibbling at a crust. Her gaze was averted by a group of children in filthy patched clothing rushing excitedly past.. A stray dog moved swiftly along the rubbish in search of its only means of survival. The air was heavy, dirty and smelt almost rancid.

Her aunt opened the door. “Sit by the fire and get warm” She passed Beth a mug of hot tea which she cradled in her sore scathed hands; a constant reminder of the heavy domestic chores laden upon her.

Her eyes filled with tears, the welts from the beatings paining here. Her aunt fetched a bowl of warm water. “Let me bathe those”.

Her mother’s health began to ail. She had Influenza and developed a  high fever. As she struggled to nurse her back to health exhaustion and fear engulfed her with intensity. The situation become critical and  the Influenza had developed into pneumonia. She would not survive and the end would be swift..

                                                                 

Beth filled the wash bowl and made her way over to the bedside to mop her brow.. “Leave that”, her mother weakly gestured with her hand. Beth drew close and noticed her breathing was laboured. “Go to Aunt Milly and tell her now is the time. She’ll know why, go now!”   

Heart pounding and hardly able to draw breath Beth knocked on the door. “Aunt Milly, come quickly.

Mama said to tell you “Now is the time”. “Her breathing has worsened” Swiftly taking her coat from its hook her aunt ran upstairs and came back down carrying a small box.. Beth thumbled anxiously with a tassel on her woolen shawl. ”Beth, this is your mother’s; it contains some personal items which I have kept safely for her. Only she and I know of its existence”. She opened it with a small key and handed Beth an envelope. “Your mother wants you to see this”. Beth observed its contents.

There was a chill in the air as they made their way back.. Beth hardly noticed, her mind was in turmoil; fear, dread,  disbelief. She quietly opened her mother’s bedroom door. Too late! She had passed away.

Beth cradled her in her arms and sobbed. Her aunt gently placed a re-assuring hand on her shoulder. Her mother looked peaceful and Beth swore she saw see a smile upon her face.

“We will do what needs to be done tonight and tomorrow Beth you must pack your belongings and come to me; there is no need for you to be in this house any longer”.

As the dawn rose Beth packed the few belongings she owned. As she walked out past her step sisters she sensed  the intense fury they were trying to conceal. Beth hesitated; they must have known the truth!.

Indeed she wasn't one of them but that wasn't the real reasoning behind their hatred. Jealousy

had lain  behind their vendetta to break her insane yet her inner strength had triumphant

.

She had been” born the wrong side of the blanket”,  had aristocratic blood running through her veins and in six months’ time at the age of eighteen would receive a large inheritance.  A new life awaited; now on the other side.