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Tuesday 31 January 2012

Going home.

This is it. The day has come. The crosses on the calendar will stop. It’s time.

Janey stared at the taxi man watching his lips move but not hearing a sound. Watching him stretch out his hand to take the small overnight bag slouched at her feet. She didn’t move. Her thoughts were on pause.

From across the seas she felt her heart start to beat, her neat breasts twitched as the breath of what was to come stirred inside. The edges of her glossed lips climbed to meet the sparkle which suddenly shone from her green eyes.

The taxi man’s eyebrows rose questioningly into the wise furrows above and Janey smiled. “Hello! Thank you, and this…,” she stepped aside to reveal the monstrosity! Taxi man’s eyes engulfed his chubby cheeks, as he envisioned staggering down the path with the polished pirate’s chest across his skinny arms!

“Whoa! That thing looks like it’s come out of Jack Sparrow’s Black Pearl!”

“It’s going home,” said Janey and her assertive tone snapped him back to his professional duty.

“You want me to put that in the boot?” 

Fortunately for him, Janey’s rugby playing brothers thundered down the stairs as if on cue and without a word they each took a sturdy handle and glided out the door before taxi man could take a second breath!

“Good luck, Janey.” Bear hugs, no tears, just knowing smiles and they were gone.

The tickets were safely stored in the roomy patchwork bag slung over her shoulder: Dar Es Salaam, 1 Adult, one way. The first leg was easy; after that trains, taxis, and finally boat. Grandfather ‘Pappa’ Jackson was waiting. The Black Purl was waiting!

Janey was the chosen one to return childhood memories to her elusive Pappa, Pirate Jack!


(http://creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-exercises/ 31 Jan 2012)

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