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The cell
phone rang out its noisy tune in the corner of the carriage. No one
answered.
Twenty
four hours earlier life had been oh so sweet. He had got the job! Well
the employment agency had said the job was 'as good as his'. The girl
who interviewed him had been even younger than his 24 years. Short skirt,
pretty smile, a mouth that spoke more words than his and 'pierced' ears
that seemingly delighted in the sound of her own voice, rather than
his practised answers.
Yes the
job was his, she just needed to speak to her client and she'd get back
to him tomorrow. He'd left for a celebratory lunch at MacDonalds. A
tight O.E. budget meant a grander celebration would need to wait for
his first pay day.
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London
was a vibrant place, but, God, expensive! His father would be calling
with details of the money transfer.
His mind
drifted back to the Airport departure lounge. Dad fought back the tears
- so had he. Mum said the journey to the Airport was too much for her,
so they said their goodbyes in a rushed embrace, as Dad loaded the car
with the solitary case she had lovingly packed.
He would
hear from her, soon, and tell her of his good news. The prior evening
spent in the company of his fellow countrymen and women. The conversation
Rugby, the price of London accommodation and more Rugby. Julie would
let him know if her flat-mate moved out, she promised. He believed her
and chastised himself for thinking her stolen glances in his direction
meant more than friendship.
Today
sprinting to the platform, phone clutched in hand, he's thankful to
board the local train to Paddington............Time passes.......A cell
phone cries out..........Answer the phone Jack ........answer the phone!...............please..............please
God!! (Paddington Rail Disaster, U.K. 7th October 1999)
Copyright
© Ty Evans
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