|The Strand-on-the-Green Strongwoman chapter two (standard:drama, 4552 words)|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: Jan 06 2020||Views/Reads: 113/35||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Maggie Wells witnesses an incident at a London tube station that sets her on a course across country seeking retribution using her formidable physical power.|
Chapter Two Maggie had felt Bill's presence in bed, had felt him coming onto her, but her powerful outstretched arm prevented him getting any closer. She'd made it seem like a reflex action made in her sleep, but that wasn't the case. She'd heard him sigh and roll away from her and had been glad of it; besides, he had reeked of stale beer. Maggie had been aware that their relationship had been going awry for some time, and it hadn't all been Bill's fault. Her temper flared more than it used to, and she really didn't know why. There hadn't been another guy in her life, and yet she knew she was drifting away from him. It didn't help that he sought refuge down the pub, but Bill didn't have many vices to be fair. He was quite good-looking in a rough and ready sort of way, and perhaps that was what attracted her to him. Rough and ready suited her fine in adolescence, and why wouldn't it? She was the toughest girl around. But although her temper might not have abated, there had been subtle changes in her outlook. Maggie was aware that her sympathetic leanings towards the elderly conflicted with her more tempestuous ways, and perhaps that had attributed to those changes in perspective. At any rate, Bill hadn't been his normal garrulous self that morning as he took himself off to the garage where he worked as a mechanic, and Maggie wasn't in the mood to appease him. Maggie elected to take her car that morning, a Kia, not much bigger than a Mini. Bill's idea, though why she'd succumbed to his suggestion, she didn't know. Economy, he'd said, and she'd gone along with it. Didn't suit her at all. Her work colleagues had mocked her once they'd found out. Mighty Maggie they'd come to term her for obvious reasons – in a tiny Kia. A muscle car would have suited her better, she thought with a smile, her biceps stretching the fabric of her blouse as she wrenched the driver's door open and started the journey. After yesterday's events, Maggie wasn't in the mood for the tube, and it had little to do with her confrontation with the yob; no, when the temperature reached boiling point, the stagnant air on the tube became stifling, not to mention the care home's air conditioning system wasn't always up to the mark. Sometimes, even her strength could be sapped; the combination of adverse factors could be exhausting. Of course, the traffic had to be contended with, and there was little she could do about that. But as luck would have it, today was one of the rare jam-free days, and Maggie arrived in Notting Hill with twenty-five minutes to spare. She hustled swiftly through reception with a brief nod of acknowledgement to Debbie Bates, the receptionist, and sprinted up the stairs. Moving swiftly into the locker room, she slipped into her blue-checked carer's uniform and joined Sue Butcher and Tracie Dennis, her shift colleagues in the rest room. They were leaning over the glass-topped coffee table with the front page of the Chiswick Times the subject of discussion. “What's so special about last week's paper?” Maggie asked, peering over Sue's shoulder. “It's not last week's,” the fair-haired Tracie Dennis answered. “It's this week's brought out a day early cos look ...” Tracie raised the paper aloft, and Maggie struggled to conceal her shock. ‘Vicious attack at Strand-on-the-Green,' the bold black headline informed. ‘Female dubbed the Strand-on-the-Green Strongwoman beats up male in broad daylight and heaves him into the Thames,' the article enlightened. ‘First reports indicate the attack was entirely unprovoked. Police hunt dangerous strong woman; the assailant is described as five-three to five-five tall with striking ginger hair and a strong build. She was reported as wearing a blue hooped tee shirt and dark Capri pants.' “You can come across nutters anywhere,” Maggie said dismissively once she'd recovered her senses. Click here to read the rest of this story (489 more lines)
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