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|Caiman's bazaar (standard:horror, 2083 words)|
|Author: Lev821||Added: Jan 23 2012||Views/Reads: 706/273||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|In a shop with no-one behind the counter, don't be tempted to steal, because here's why.|
A strong wind buffeted the Maroon 1994 Rover as it wound its way towards the small seaside town of Donregal where Hugh Adlington and his wife Miriam of 8 years and six year old twin boys Roy and Jake were on their first holiday. Their marriage wasn't exactly tied up with strings of love. More convenience than anything else. Hugh had been what was basically a small-time con-artist. Anything he could scrape and scrimp to save and to earn cash he would do. Whether it was selling pirated dvds at the local market, selling tobacco to teenagers on street corners. If you would buy it, he would sell it, without a second, or even first thought about the quality of the goods. However, after his criminal record increased in size, he decided to make a clean break of things and go straight, marrying the ex-wife of a convicted armed-bank robber and having twin boys who were not quite identical. His dalliances with the law though, could not be severed so easily, and he would still sell cheap cigarettes to earn extra cash so he could go drinking, and buy quality cigarettes as he liked to indulge himself in the nicotine, as did Miriam. So a break to the seaside sounded ideal from the dishonesty and suspicion of urban society. The sun blazed in a cloudless sky, the heat relentless, focused as though through an invisible magnifying glass. With all windows open, all of them wished they'd at least brought sunglasses. With the boys lounging on the back seat, tired, Miriam looked at the map, but could not fathom exactly where they were. She pointed a red-painted fingernail where she thought they were. “I think we are around here, and if I'm right, then we have about another three miles to go before we reach Donregal. Of course we didn't have to be coming here did we? I was promised the Costa del sunny beach but no, we have to come to a pokey little resort on the coast”. Hugh stared at her for a few seconds before returning his attention to the road. Most of the time he wore a light grey suit. He had white thinning hair, and a complexion which added 7 years onto his 46. “It seemed good enough within our price range” he said. “Anyway, it's all in the name isn't it? Costa. It costa lot of money to just fly there, nevermind being ripped off for everything else.” “You promised, you promised we'd be sunning ourselves in Spain”. “We can sun ourselves here, it's roasting. Anyway we've been through this. I thought we would be able to afford that, but this is better than nothing isn't it?” Miriam was silent, and simply stared at the map. “Three miles you say, I don't think so, look, it seems we're here”. As they came over a curved crest, a small seaside town was sprawled before them, and Hugh turned along the right turn in a fork in the road that he saw would take them there. “What are you doing?” said Miriam, “It's not Donregal”. “It doesn't matter,” he said, “Let's go here. Look, the kids are knackered and I'm sure we can easily book ourselves into a b+b or hotel.” Miriam nodded in agreement. “It's not on the map,” she said. The vehicle wound its way down to the resort's main road which seemed to be around half a mile curving along the small beach bookended by two similar looking high rocky outcrops. He pulled up besides railings, beyond which was appealing looking sand. He saw a few people sauntering along it, some children playing happily, and a few dogs bounding around. Yes, he thought. This'll do nicely. Virtually behind them, across the main road was a small hotel. Hugh saw there was a ‘vacancies' sign in the window, so with the children now awake, they hauled their luggage across and booked themselves in. Roy and Jake were excited, and wanted to go and play on the beach. Hugh simply lay on the bed. Miriam stood at the window. “Are you coming out for a look around?” she asked. “Later,” he said, “I'm a bit tired after all that driving”. She shook her head, and looked at the children playing in the sand and the distant yachts in no hurry to go anywhere. The sun seemed even hotter the following day, and Hugh was already up, sitting on a chair at the window, having been down to a local shop for a newspaper and a cappuccino. He was wearing sunglasses. Miriam sat up in the bed. “That's right, don't buy any for me,” she said with heavy sarcasm. “Expensive these,” he said, taking off the cheap glasses. “Three quid. And this coffee was two quid. I spent more than a fiver just now, so I wonder if we might not stay for as many days as what we were going to. You know, this is going to be costly”. “We're on holiday,” said Miriam, “So we'd better stay for exactly how long as we Click here to read the rest of this story (116 more lines)
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