Preview of my new story
Love.
What is this whole sing and dance about love? In my 28 years on this planet, I've met very few people who have been lucky in love, who are happy with who they ended up with. People torture themselves with the promise of love. They write songs and make films about the perfect circumstances that make everyone else convinced that they should have the perfect fairytale romance that ends with the boy getting the girl, they get married and have lots of babies. All the time we walk on the surface of the earth, we're looking for something. We believe its love. And maybe it is, but how can we be sure we are going to find it? There are 7 billion people on the planet, how can we find The One? Being 'Lucky in love' implies that everything ran perfectly, start to finish. From the moment you opened your eyes, you knew who you were going to be with and you would be happy.
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"Shit." I looked at my watch before pulling out my phone. "Liam. It's all gone tits up. The train has only just set off, I still have to get to the starting point and to top it all off my pen has run out." I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. A girl was smiling at me, holding out another pen. I nodded as a thank you. "Okay, I've got a new pen. I'll be there in about 20 minutes. Sorry" But he had already hung up. I turned to thank the woman who had given me the pen properly but she was gone. Why had she been so familiar? There was something about her pretty blue eyes that made me feel like I had met her before. The way she had casually gave me a pen and then walked off made me think that I did know her; it was like a serious sense of déjà vu. I sat and stared out of the window as we began moving. 5 minutes into the journey, the caffeine withdrawal began too much and I got up. The line for the refreshments was getting longer and I jumped in hoping that team had got some stories on the marathon already. Maybe I could make it up by getting some great interviews at the end.
The line swayed with the train, causing the person who was just passing me to spill her coffee all over my work trousers. I yelled as the hot liquid seeped through onto my skin and turned abruptly, making her spill even more drink down both of us.
"Bugar! Shit! Ow!" I tried to wipe the fluid off, resulting in the burning of my hand. The woman was apologising as she wiped down her white blouse which was now a translucent brown.
"I'm so sorry!" She handed me one of the napkins she had picked up when she had bought the coffee. I looked at her and noticed who it was, it was the same girl who had given me the pen, only this time I recognised her.
"Lily?" She looked at me blue eyes sparkling as she smiled.
"Hey David." I forgot about my drenched trousers which were now going cold. Lily King.